We have been in Marshport for quite a long time and we are making little progress (if any) in our investigation. Vistra is devoting herself to healing the poor, while Sariel, Streisan, Tyrion and myself try to look for more information about the pirates that raided out town. We have asked the sailors and businessmen in town about the ship and we have heard nothing but fairy tales: some people say it is a ghost ship, others say it is cursed, some others that the captain is a daemon or something like that. Blah, blah, blah. Nothing useful. Our stay at Marshport is not only sterile in terms of information: these stupid humans are corrupting us. Tyrion has spent a small fortune gambling and my own sister Streisan has started also taking this stupid and dangerous activity. Tyrion was even interested in a greedy, lustful human female and Streisan and me had to free him from her lecherous arms (in his defense I have to admit she was really good looking). At the begining he protested a bit but I am sure he will be grateful to us one day.
To avoid all the vice present in human cities, we have decided to visit the Mayor of Marshport and, even if he had no useful information about the raiders, we offered him our services. Perhaps the town had some trouble we could fix, while we keep ourselves busy for some days and earn some money to go on in our quest. He mentioned some unimportant goblin raids coming from the north. Apparently, some farmers and travellers had been attacked by these goblins in the area close to the mountains.
So, we prepared our expedition. It was winter already (a pretty cold one, at least for a delicate lady of the forests as me), so we took all the things we needed for a journey of some days through the snow. While crossing the gate out of Marshport, I was happy again: back to the beauty of Nature, to the forests... and out of this ugly, noisy, dirty and boring city of Marshport. Hurrah!
