The morning after the fiasco at The Grim Axe brought some much needed relaxation. I fear that I was too absorbed in my study of the egg and the axe itself to really allow myself a moment to slow down and the attempted theft with its accompanying battle did little to aid that. I’m very grateful to Faine for convincing me to get a drink with them before they left, even if they did have a headache. They say it’s the aftereffects of psychic phenomena occurring around them. Psychic phenomena isn’t really my area of expertise, but I find it fascinating nonetheless when they speak of their experiences.
The Kostyavich estate is even more than I had hoped it would be. I find myself drawn to the intricately carved pillars depicting Kellid folk stories that line the halls. Lord Kostyavich himself was kind enough to allow me the use of his library, though I’ve yet to explore it. Our arrival and the dinner after kept us quite busy.
I am a bit concerned about Sveta, though. I didn’t realize she would be so embarrassed at the sight of a bare chest. I’ll have to be more aware of this in the future and possibly even advise she not visit New Thassilon if such a thing bothers her so. I’m curious, though, what she would think if she knew that the way I dress here in Mendev would be considered incredibly conservative, even for me. It’s always been something of a point of pride to show of the runes adorning one’s body. Though, that aside, I am much more concerned about her request regarding any potential discoveries of her friend’s handwriting within the Kostyavich library. I — — -
Gods, that was quite the night. Didn’t expect the serial killer would strike when we first arrived. I had thought it would be at least a day or two before new evidence would come to light. I am most impressed by Dr. Riley’s investigative skills. Should she ever be interested in academic research, I feel she could quite easily dominate her chosen field.
I did not, however, enjoy combing through the witness’s memories. It’s a common practice and it was very useful in that scenario, but it felt…awful. Invasive. I’ve seen Lord Aumeriun use the technique countless times and with little effort, so I figured it couldn’t be too terrible. Turns out it’s just as horrid to be the one initiating the spell as it is to be the one whose memories are being invaded. It reminds me of when Lord Aumeriun has discovered that I had [the rest of the page describes a few instances where Lord Aumeriun Syneus had used Dr. Thatch’s own memories to incriminate him during his teenage years and his early twenties. To a person whose ethical standards are not horribly skewed, the practice of incriminating oneself in this way seems like a severe overreach of power.]
