The Mule sits in plan form, waiting for time and space to build him, but my mind is aflutter with gears and tracings and beautiful silk feathers… although I’m not sure if silk feathers will work just yet… and the wings for Icharus are well under design way.
Research on our find is proving less fruitful. We have found out that our underground city is called HeartDeep. It was a Dwarven city stronghold for several hundred years and abandoned about the time technology was found. There seem to be several different reports as to why, but the most common explanation seems to be an orc incursion. The only details about HeartDeep we could uncover is the fact that it is just under 30 miles from the upper to the Lower gate along the Grand Way. There are no maps of it in the Explorer’s Guild libraries, and the location is not marked on any of the Empire maps that we found. So, even though there might not be any early technology to recover, it is most definitely worth the travel back to add information to the libraries… and who knows what the dwarves of the place were experimenting with, perhaps there is early technologies there to find, even, perhaps something that has never seen the light of day.
We have met a fellow by the name of Dan who is eager and interesting and seems to be knowledgeable in archeology. Icharus and I think he might be handy to have in the depths of HeartDeep and will be asking him if he would like to join our expedition.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have an ad out for a bodyguard and it is time to go meet applicants. Yes… a body guard. I don’t think it is fair to ask Icharus to look after me as well as look after himself, and I proved so useless and actually, I think, was detrimental to the fight. So. Taking my father’s advice I am admitting my weakness and taking steps to overcome it. I’m not sure hiring someone to fight for me is what he had in mind, but I have always found the idea of actually pointing that pistol and firing very distasteful… and now the pistol is gone, saving me from uncomfortable decisions… let us hope there is someone out there who is trustworthy, honest and capable willing to sign on to look after my silly old self.