The Journal of Kellen Nehpek
From the Hells: Journals of a Murderer
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Re: From the Hells: Journals of a Murderer
25th of Tarsahk, 1356 — Baldur's Gate
The ship ride from Waterdeep to Baldur's Gate is a short one, praise Bhaal. One more minute upon that wretched tub and I might have lost what little of that horrific gruel they pass off as food I managed to choke down. The fact that that wretch of a cook dared to try to pass that slop off as anything edible was more than enough to arouse the Need within me; but despite my desires, I stayed my hand. Too many people. Too small of a space. It would have been simple to toss the lout overboard after I'd stuck that rusted kitchen knife into his gullet, but the chance of witnesses outweighed the satisfaction. But if I could have gotten him alone...
I must have patience. There will be plenty of time for fun and games as time goes on. Nothing too noticeable. Not yet.
It should not be difficult to acquire rooms somewhere in the city, though the more difficult task will be to find somewhere where I can engage in my Work without disruptions. Should I do so, I will not disclose the location within these pages should this journal ever fall into another's hands. I won't risk my designs on this city with such a foolish blunder.
I must end this entry here— my least favorite cook has just stumbled into the bar, and I am beginning to feel rather peckish.
The ship ride from Waterdeep to Baldur's Gate is a short one, praise Bhaal. One more minute upon that wretched tub and I might have lost what little of that horrific gruel they pass off as food I managed to choke down. The fact that that wretch of a cook dared to try to pass that slop off as anything edible was more than enough to arouse the Need within me; but despite my desires, I stayed my hand. Too many people. Too small of a space. It would have been simple to toss the lout overboard after I'd stuck that rusted kitchen knife into his gullet, but the chance of witnesses outweighed the satisfaction. But if I could have gotten him alone...
I must have patience. There will be plenty of time for fun and games as time goes on. Nothing too noticeable. Not yet.
It should not be difficult to acquire rooms somewhere in the city, though the more difficult task will be to find somewhere where I can engage in my Work without disruptions. Should I do so, I will not disclose the location within these pages should this journal ever fall into another's hands. I won't risk my designs on this city with such a foolish blunder.
I must end this entry here— my least favorite cook has just stumbled into the bar, and I am beginning to feel rather peckish.