Incomplete Journal
[A hastily scrawled journal entry – apparently the last in a series.] Aelis, Bareki, Don’t be mad if you find this, boys. I’m not trying to keep the treasure from you. We just ripped off Gortash, and if I know you two at all you’re going to spend it all in the one spot and draw the bastard Archduke-to-be’s notice. (Before you protest – remember Talik’s bakery, years back? I’m doing my best to deny it all to the Fist, and you don’t even bother to wash the cake from your gobs.) So if you’ve found this, that means I’m off doing my business in the tunnels – so put it back and pretend you never saw it like sweet little dears. And wipe your faces.
Sarin.