Thirty-four days, sixteen hours have passed since I left Mror Holds. I would like to believe that Argor and the others are faring admirably, though I fear for their well-being. Perhaps this quest shall not be in vain, despite today's events showing signs to the contrary.
Having arrived for the first time in Sharn today, I stepped off the airship and immediately saw a posting for work. I followed the directions to learn of a job proposal from house Lyrandar. After waiting the majority of the afternoon, I was called in with two others, Nix, a gnome, and Thotham, a goliath. Together, we have accepted the task of guarding an airship, to begin two days hence.
Upon leaving, it became apparent that my fellow compatriots were hungry, and we decided to head toward "The Pub". Nix, being familiar with Sharn, led the way. En route, we encountered a terrible scene with seven attacking one. We attempted to rescue and heal the one, but alas, we were too late. The seven ran off, and despite my best efforts to heal, we were unsuccessful. Our failure is what leaves me in my current situation... Sitting in this cell, apprehended by General Inspector Clue.
