I don’t remember the days after laying Tricia’s body to rest as best as I could in the ruins under Korvosa.

Once I gathered my mind back together, from mourning the loss of my love, I enlisted the aid of *Haervat/Charlotte/Brother Price/Mage/Cleric* in order to converse in a limited way with the Monmouth family. I inquired as to whether they are doing well and then I gave them the bad news; that Tricia had fallen in battle and that the queensguard were not the force to help people that they are portrayed to be. I told Raleigh and Margaret that the women of the queensguard are being magically compelled to train and serve for dark purposes. I also told Raleigh and Margaret that Tricia and other queensguard died fighting me and my group as we battled a daemonic personification of pestilence in an effort to cleanse to city. I wept and bade them stay safe as we try to rescue the city from the physical and spiritual plagues which ravage it.

I stayed with the group only long enough to get my armor glamored and purchase a few feather-fall potions, healing potions, alchemical supplies and disguise kits from Brother Price. For the next several weeks I have only had contact with them by feeding them information that I’ve found. I leave letters with the people that my group are close to; more than just Brother Price and the Innkeeper. I leave notes with Haervat’s cousin. With William’s merchant clan member. With our were-rat ally. I’ve even left them notes by slipping into their rooms, or by bumping into them while in the crowd.

I search Korvosa relentlessly. My ring of sustenance serves me well, and I am on the hunt most of every day and night. I have set up my alchemical lab in The Mouthful but I rarely sleep there, I prefer to move about the city and find safe bolt holes here and there. I only return to replenish and stockpile alchemical tools that I need. Small things to distract or obscure while infiltrating; to buy me time when overwhelmed; or to replace supplies I use for physical disguises.

I employ several layers of disguise and can change my appearance with a moment’s notice. I have physical disguises, glamored armor and my appearance changing abilities. I do have one disguise I return to most often. Inspired by Black Jack, I have created one that is mostly white that I use when I am forced to act while reconnoitering. I mostly use it when I slay thieves and thugs or while otherwise helping innocents.

For all my efforts I have come up with remarkably little.

The “doctors” are always guarded and make their rounds from barracks and plague centers. I’ve slain a few of them and taken their effects to try to analyze what exactly, they are doing. One I managed to kill while they were in the restroom. Once I posed as a plague victim and and killed while a food riot that I engineered erupted nearby. I have even killed a few as they made their rounds, ambushing from shadow and escaping using smoke-bombs, tangle-foot bags and my abilities.

Rafael de Acosador-Cuervo has eluded me. I have attempted to track the movement of supplies in the city. I have spied on his family and gone through their correspondence. I have questioned servants. I have attempted to follow groups of women and recruiters. I suspect that he is also with the “doctors” in the plague houses but those are too heavily fortified for me to try to breach without the backup of the rest of the group.

The under-city of Korvosa is vast, and I believe that I must start exploring it more thoroughly. First, I must make contact with the were-rat, Bob…