Year 97, May 25th.
Guard Commander Pontmercy has sent her guards to arrest Jean-Baptiste. Gabriel Beaumont appears to have disappeared with them, I wonder if he is leading them there, following them or if he simply wandered off. While we have been waiting, a man referred to as Father Anders entered the guard house to introduce a Lucas Delacroix to Collin Adhemar. Lucas Delacroix apparently has a clan member that was also preyed upon by this Iron Circle. I find his sudden entrance and connection to the Iron Circle to be suspicious. I suspect that the church supports the Iron Circle and is attempting to supplant a spy. However, Collin seemed to embrace the newcomer upon hearing that he was a cleric. I will withhold judgement for now.
Collin, Lucas Delacroix, clan-less, and I have been waiting until the timing seemed appropriate to seek out Pierre DuPont. Before they were able to begin pursuit of the subject, though, the clan-less suggested that we obtain… cheese. While I appreciated the opportunity to indulge in a delicacy referred to as a crepe earlier today, I was unprepared for the frequent grazing of these mammals. During our search for dairy products, we came across Gabriel Beaumont who joined them in their quest. Once they located and consumed their cheese, we all began the hunt. – leave this part out in the memoirs.
Collin found DuPont exceptionally easily. I was watching from a distance. Pierre DuPont was moving quickly with servants carrying bags, it was clear that he had heard the news and intended to remove himself from the city. Collin approached and engaged DuPont in friendly conversation. DuPont did not appear thrilled to be conversing when he obviously wanted to be running; however, Collin’s words apparently put DuPont at ease to the point where he followed Collin willingly. I was both impressed, and concerned, with Collin’s ability to gain the trust of such a human. I wondered if perhaps we were being led into a set-up arranged by this DuPont and Collin. It seemed so, as Collin led DuPont and his servants down an alleyway.
I had envisioned witty banter followed by a fight and DuPont’s capture. Instead, Collin announced that he would be arresting DuPont, DuPont mumbled/whispered back gloomily, and then DuPont surrendered. – embellish this part of the story in the retelling.
After spending a ridiculous amount of time trying to decide what to do with Pierre DuPont, a piece of planning that you would think we would have completed before seeking him out and instead of eating cheese, Gabriel Beaumont suggested bringing him to a tavern. I thought it was a wretched idea, what sort of tavern would allow you to bring an obvious prisoner inside? Apparently, Gabriel knows exactly what sort of tavern. A disgusting place where no one of proper birth or clan would ever dream visiting, I’m beginning to wonder what sort of places these people will lead me. I thought it would be simple enough to hand DuPont over to Guard Commander Pontmercy, but they apparently do not trust those in her command. Collin believes that her subordinates will either leak information or allow DuPont to escape.
They will be interrogating DuPont for information. I do not believe this vile human will tell us anything now that he is aware the others are working with a member of a noble Dragonborn clan. His fear of my kind is apparent, though I rather welcome it.
This is, without a doubt, the worst tavern I have ever seen. Gabriel seemed right at home in this dismal location. He obtained a room for us, but then remained below to drink at the bar. I do not know how he can tolerate the stench. In the room upstairs, we attempted to question DuPont, he leaned back on the bed in the room we had rented, and he fell through the floor. Crashed right through the floor, onto a table in the tavern area below. Collin, the noble that keeps poorly masquerading as a ruffian, attempted to leap after DuPont through the floor and only injured himself in the process. Jumping through floors in disgusting bars is an act best left for hooligans and clan-less. In fact, the thugs at the table actually attacked Collin, likely out of a desire to steal his fine clothing and money. Five against one, after Collin had already injured himself after the fall, they quickly knocked Collin unconscious. Lucas, the cleric that Collin was so enthusiastic about, decided not to use his healing ability on Collin. Instead, he merely wrapped the wounds and stabilized him.
I briefly considered setting the tavern ablaze to stop this DuPont from escaping, and cleanse this world of its existence, but remembered that my kind aren’t welcome in these parts and setting fire to buildings will not build me the sort of reputation I desire. Instead, I tried to set only DuPont on fire. I succeeded on catching his clothing on fire, but I forgot that he was already effectively stopped, dropped, and rolling. It was less successful than I’d hoped. Thankfully, Gabriel Beaumont’s decision to remain downstairs proved advantageous. Gabriel was able to stop DuPont’s escape as well as calm the angry mob in an astonishingly smooth gesture. Beaumont announced to the bar patrons that DuPont would be buying everyone drinks, and would buy two drinks for the patrons who had been interrupted by a fallen bed. DuPont’s protestations were rapidly drowned out by raucous applause from the bar.
Year 97, May 26th.
We could not leave DuPont at that tavern, as we had drawn far too much attention to ourselves. So, instead, we decided to do what we should have done in the first place: turn him in to Guard Commander Pontmercy. On our way, we met the repercussions of our lack of subtlety. A group of bandits, or thugs, or something accosted us. It was quite unfortunate, given that we were traveling with a prisoner and an unconscious nobleman. Lucas finally discovered his healing talents and brought Collin back to health. We managed to fight them off fairly successfully, though I received several wounds as a result of my impressive use of magic. I discovered that Collin also has healing magics, as he tended to my wounds with just a touch of his hand.
I had feared that DuPont had escaped, but Gabriel managed to surprise me once again. The silver-tongued noble-clanned thug had broken DuPont’s legs! Astounded and delighted, I congratulated Gabriel on his quick thinking. Such a brutal solution would not have occurred to me, but it was quite effective. Lucas tended to the wounds to ensure that DuPont didn’t die of shock. We turned him in to the guard on duty at the Guard Commander’s station, where Gabriel nearly admitted to smashing DuPont’s legs. Gabriel is the most confusing thug/noble that I’ve ever met. He shifts between witty and eloquent, brilliant, thuggish but effective, and utterly senseless. I advised the guard that we had been attacked and DuPont’s legs were broken during the scuffle. Not a lie, not a truth.
With DuPont safety in custody, we decided to find the foreman. The others suggested that we begin at the warehouse.
We arrived at the warehouse only to find it abandoned. It is late at night, so that really shouldn’t be so unusual. I had simply imagined that criminal organizations would be working by sinister candlelight. Lucas was able to determine that the shop was closed in a leisurely fashion, so they were likely unaware of the evening’s events. The question is… now what.