Journal Eighteen
A trial.
That's all that I could say it was. A trial, to be held unjustly accountable for the mistakes of my peers. The mess in Castille had no comparison to this. They had lost the compasses. Moreover they had let someone steal the artifacts from them. They no longer had them and guess who they accused. Perhaps the self proclaimed thief. Logically they had no case. If I had stolen the artifacts, perhaps to sell to Calagari or Villanova, there would have been no reason to return. I would have taken the single most valuable thing that they had. Why would I have returned? A reasonable argument completely lost on their irrational mindset. How they looked at me, especially the Vodacce woman Sabine. Cut off his hands she said. And for a brief moment nearly all of them were in agreement with her. Accept maybe Volker. He looked a little bored with the goings on contently cleaning his sword. I then noticed the incredible amount of blood on the floor� They had had their little scrap. And I noticed the little injuries that each of them seemed to have. But if those were the only injuries, than why was their so much blood on the floor? Reynaldo and William went round and round asking me where the compasses were and how dare I do this and that. The cigar prank thrown in my face. Enrique, especially sided with Sabine, though I suspect it had to do with his smoldering pride for his missing cigars. They asked me to unload my jacket and everything on my person. After they did that they searched me. I didn't have the compasses. Obviously they had been stolen earlier in the day when they were walking around in Dionna. Perhaps when they left the university. Another argument was how could I steal from them when they already knew that I was a thief. Something I practically announced when I talked to them on the ride into Vaticine City. Why would I steal from them? Another waste of time. Obviously I had done something with the compasses. After the grilling, they threw me out. To the wolves. You see, this was when I realized the mistake I made earlier. Stealing in the face of another guild. But it even got better. My associates had talked to these people, alluding to the fact that I was carrying something incredibly valuable. Possibly an artifact. The streets of Dionna got that much more treacherous.Return to Uncommon Valor