From the journal of Dahlia Belvane

Now, I will be first to confess that I am often working these little… side quests… as a means to enrich myself. A lady does have a standard to uphold, after all. For the most part, I don’t mind. This Syndicate is full of capable people that seem all too happy to put themselves in harm’s way.

Frankly, I’m happy with them staying between me and that harm as often as possible.

A sad little village of orcs was full of plague. It was dreadful. We were asked to track down the source and did so to a barn some of their urchins had visited. There we found a group of pixies that mentioned a sound that was stirring them up something awful.

The trail led back to that damn village. The whole thing was the fault of a sea hag that couldn’t keep her vile frog-child in line and was creating chaos and illness. Utter trash, as far as I’m concerned. They were dispatched, thankfully. I’ve earned myself a new pair of shoes, I think.