The session kicked,ed off a little late. Talk covered ebooks, pdf’s, reading in bed, and abandoning children on beaches. Then pizza arrived.

Having overcome the bandits, we were taking their river boat to sell.

A mysterious figure on a horse is visible in the distance. It sees us and heads away from the river.

Scylla the captain of the Mudlark, our boat, taking us to Threshold. We can sell the river pirate boat there. Scylla makes for a mud bank he is aware of. He wanted to get further but the prize makes for a worthy delay.

In the morning we spot three people heading to Threshold on a flying carpet. Strange. Apparently there is a regular taxi service from Riflian to Threshold.

We reach Threshold. Riverboats, everywhere. The townguard approach on a river skiff. They pull up. Pleasantries and ropes are exchanged. The Sergeant guardsman, a dim witted fellow who cant see that a mace is really a holy symbol of Helim, checks all weapons until we leave. Being law abiding chaps we comply. More comradarly amongst us agree to see him in the Hook and Hatchet later.

The priests head for the temple of Helim. They chat amiably with Creken a lay priest. They try to out do each other in the sincerity of our belief. He agrees to try and give them an introduction to the Patriach. He tells them about the important procession for the Patriach tomorrow

Back at the Hatchet and Hook the guards are drinking away. They tell us about Kalim the lady with the flying carpet, based near the Town hall. We discuss with the guard our search for the dukes daughter. He departs.

Maglor spots a weasally man in the corner of the bar, raising his jar of ale his cuff slips revealing a scarred wrist of manacle marks. On eye contact he departs. Our exit is blocked by four guards.

He is nowhere to be found. The innkeeper says that his name is Vogor and he has been seen around but is not a regular. The team head for bed.

We wake in the morning to a sturdy breakfast of bacon and eggs. We head to the Patriachs parade. The people are joll happy on this merry day. The Patriach makes the jazz hands blessing sign of the sun diety Helim.

We spot our enemies in the crowd. James Bond carnival style they disappear into the crowd.