D&D Settlers: Useless Minutiae
The past few weeks have been spent tending to the whims and wants of the mediocrity. None of it serves Eamon in his rise in the ranks of the Church, one worthless cheese monger even dared to slight our entire party for not doing enough to solve problems of his own making, even when we gave him the solutions. He is a man who cares for nothing but his coin, even going up against the Fae to do it. I hope he gets what’s deserving of his selfishness. May the Fae corrupt his entire farm until he goes bankrupt.
I am concerned, somewhat, for the motley crew that my master has fallen into cahoots with. They are people who will murder when it conveniences them. While that alone bothers me not, I am, after all, a reformed criminal who did much the same — I am concerned for the tarnish to Eamon should he be implicated in such foolishness. Eamon is a good man with a golden heart, he deserves more than what the gods give him.
Even the woman he’s so smitten with, Clara, traipses around behind his back with another man. He overlooks her flaws and works for her redemption. She’s a harlot who has chosen, time and again, the wrong bedfellow. She’s the maker of her own misery. She doesn’t even care to be rescued from it for all the lies she tells my master. Would that he could see the truth of her wickedness for himself, but I may need to protect Eamon even from himself if I must.
Sakes, I have been lax on filling in this journal, but truthfully, nothing of note has happened. It’s simply an endless litany of chores given us by the locals in order to increase our own standing for the Great Expedition. As if all our work and the written recommendation of the Duke were inconsequential. None of the tasks we’ve undertaken are even for the Prince and I doubt our works have even been reported to him or if they have been, they’re probably half-hearted like that miserable merchant of cheese. I worry for Eamon’s prospects with all these copper ante projects, even our work with the Blue People was met with lukewarm gratitude. If we’re to gain the Princeling’s attention, we must do something of note. Something that everyone will hear about and give recognition to. The only question is — what?
