“The heart can get really cold,
if all you've known is winter.”

Tis was an interesting day in the tavern tonite. I had not one but two maidens of the Frost Queen pay a visit. Both was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion, rather than being virtuous, they preferred to have her pleasures all to themselves. I've always said a person with a cold heart can only show their love by being cold. Some may think elimination of coldness is the highest of all wisdom. But then they would disrupt the balance in our realm, leaving us all forever burning in heat, embers and fires.

Talks of Amn and the revenge promised by Auril's were surely amongst drunken lips. Some Aurils evade the Mage Hunters of Amn, yet I still find it funny how those that once gave themselves to service to Amn against the Aurils..now seek to do away with Amn's anti Magic ways. Hmph..hypocrites at its finest is I say so.
A day ago...
"It have been better off if they just let the Aurils put a fokin shrine up. You dont even see how much more of a mess this will turn out. The lesser evil I say. "
"Do you think the Aurils would have stop there? They would had further their cold hostility elsewhere after Neskhal"
"Yeah? Well let me take a shot in the dark fer ya and tell you how this might all go. That conflict with folks and Amn's anti magic ways is gon'a escalate. Someone stupid is gon'a do somethin' stupid and thing gon'a pop off like a fire bomb. Then all those "Heros" listed on that lovely plaque of theirs over in that front yard of Helms Hall, are likely to raise their arms against Amn. Folks already talkin about how stupid they look. But that's not the point, dont be surprised there gon'na be another war. Amn knows War. Read about the Amn wars and you will see. Beregost was under their rule before, dont be suprise it nae happen again. Shrine and taxes is far lesser evil compared to wots gonna happen next. How much yer wanna bet the moment someone so much as hiccup a cantrip in Neshkal, they gon'a find themselves locked away in a cell? Oh and dont yer forget that pretty list ol name of heros. Cause one side see Heros..the other side..that ain't nothing but a long lovely hit list. And last I knew..theres some very angry Aurils really pissed off sulk'n their wounds."
Today...

"Guess what Fancy Hat Guy!?"
"Tell me Frosty"
"Barboy-Elf-Girl-Man is getting wed!! To a .. FEMALE .. with actual tits!"
'And here I was hopin you had somethin Juicy to tell me...Is this how I spendin my day..talk'n about that elf?'
"He was sure staring at Aether and sweating."
"Come on! You have to admit it's mind blowing! So you been giving my girl and companion in faith Elsa here the royal treatment Fancy Hat Guy?!"
"No, he barely greeted me at all."
"Her arse been here drinkin fer tha past few candlemarks. Meet with one of yer other frosty friends the other night in a deep cave in the Sharptooth. Shield, witih a axe.."
*A small body squirms drunk on one of the tables.*
"Oi see need to stop drinkin that Orc stuff! Thats bloody nasty!"
"Priestess Cheryl?!"
"Cant say her name..too blimey complicated to remember..but she was Frosty didnt tell me all yer friends so pretty. "
"Are you calling me pretty?"
"Dont go getting yer head big..I aint sayin nuthin to that "
"I am exquisite, aren't I."
"Of course."
"The ice one tie up your loose tongue?"
"Fella there got taste"
"Taste indeed, his tongue doesn't get stuck."
"Dont go making Solaris head big..give her a good compliment and she will ride that longer that the Sea ol Swords"

Carousing and drinking went on another Goblet night. However my mind didnt ignore some of the other discussions that took place. I dark eyes measures the the many faces in the tavern while they and drank. The fake mirth, the forced smiles didn't escape me. Their eyes were cold yet unrevealing of anything they surely didnt want others to hear. But my ears hear plenty. They always do and my eyes often see more.
Cyricist leaving bodies in the Gates, Cyricist leaving books of their teaching. Aye someone found one of their books in the Goblet. And whomever did obviously don't know no better. Such a thing was likely used to wipe a drunken sailors chin or their filthy arse. A drunken pirate wont care to read the religious teachings of a Mad God, they bask in free living, and rather plunder and raid. The Bitch Queen has far more influence in the Shore, not Mad Gods.
The talk of Devils, the talk of Cultist never ends yet..even I myself aint hearing enough or speaking to the right people. Someone out there seen this devil army, and someone out there knows a good deal about these Cultist going around. Must I leave the Shore to find the answers I seek or will a patron with a juice tale enter the Broken Goblet?