Received a mail this evening, a letter from Master Rahmiel, of all people.

Curious about why he had not come to see me in person, I read it, but was only left with further confusion.

Something about a debt, and that someone has been needing to speak with me for some time now. A man named Megid. Curious. No description of him, and no information on what is required of me. Simply that I must arrange a time to meet this man.

Not even a mention of where I should speak with him.

How curiously frustrating.

I am wondering if perhaps Master Rahmiel is finally feeling the effects of his age, and is beginning to act senile.

I shall have to recommend a healer to him--is that irony, to recommend a healer for a healer? And what if he decides that this is offensive instead of helpful.

Iatrios was not any help when I showed him the letter. He shrugged, grunted in that noncommittal fashion of his, and resumed staring out across the lake he has taken to calling 'home.'

He speaks less and less these days. In fact, the last I remember him really saying much is when he dragged me back out of the cold northlands. He had quite a lot to say then.

I wonder what troubles him now that takes his words away. I hope it is not trouble between him and the Captain.