Skeletons. The hole was full of skeletons. As we pursued the thief deeper into the catcombs, he enlivened all manner of bones and unholy abominations. Our prey was nothing short of a necromancer, but tainted magic or not, he died the same as any other warmblood.
Mary Sue proved apt in battle, dodging in and out of the reach of our foes, leaving knife wounds where didn’t even know they’d been struck. She also proved quite nimble at looting her fallen foes; I was hard-pressed to find a pocket she hadn’t emptied by the time I arrived.
Once the the devil-woman had the papers that our quary was hiding, she offered us another job. Some group that is harassing her caravans. I’m not sure that I trust the little bitch. That was no simple thief in the cave, and she knew it. I don’t want to think about what she’s not telling us about this new job.
I got a quick look at the papers, saw a map w/ a place marked near the Still River. We might just have to check it out ourselves.
Decisions for tomorrow.
–Balboa
Journeys through Gloomhaven 