Lisa

Hell seems to break loose wherever the Hellequin treads. I will try to find and bind the loose threads left in his wake.

I must find a way to find a way to follow him out without him or those who follow him finding out.

Did I see the Hellequin walk into the tavern last night? Did he speak like a demon from hell with the charm of a court jester? Who were the strangers that followed him?

I was now going to... NOW visit my aunt!

Oh, so fish-people, by dint of being fish-people, automatically aren't as disciplined as non-fish people?