Of all the people I’m not that keen to meet again… the Lady of Coins. I do not think my friends understand what she is. She is not just a minor actor here, not another corrupt civil servant, oh no… she essentially runs a crime cartel. And she has truly spread her snakes within and around this city, strangling it. She is confident, how else could there be statues in the streets? She is most definitely not an enemy I want to make or, even worse, face in these circumstances. Especially since, to my knowledge, being turned to stone by a medusa is final. There is no cure. And as much as many think that there should be statues to the Heroes of the Prophecy, I am fairly certain this is not the ideal way to achieve this...
On the other hand the issue with the Temple of Lutheria seems more complex that I may have initially thought. The people serving her are a far cry from the manic goatlings that attacked us so viciously in the Old Woods. They seem to actually believe in what they say and in the fact that Lutheria’s dreams, wine and revels are the one way of achieving happiness. And if they truly are children brought here as a salvation from the cold and hunger of an orphan’s life, then how can one blame them. Or at least Trellus seems to believe it, Septia I cannot read that well. And then there’s Chondrus... who’s no more and no less of a mystery to me and to the priests of Lutheria here in the temple.
They report that their wine has been stolen and ask for help with it. Who would have thought I could just walk into a temple of Lutheria and she wouldn’t just strike me down. The comedy of it almost took me aback. So much that I’m sure I wasn’t entirely focused in that conversation. Well, maybe lightning isn’t quite her thing. Maybe she’s got a far better way of tormenting me…