page_0: "Steamsday, 17th of Vindemia 835 -- 

Finally arrived at Lord Barlowe's ''castle'', if you can even call it that.  What is it with these bovine old families and their taste in gaudy architecture?  

Lord Barlowe wants to invite me to dine tonight, but I am too exhausted for that right now.  Besides, I already have my victuals;  I do not trust his peasant cook to not only prepare a meal worthy of my person, but also not to poison me at the same time. Everyone is after me, in The City and beyond."
page_1: "Vinesday, 18th of Vindemia 835 -- 

Barlowe did not seem too bothered I did not accept his invitation to dine yesterday evening.  

We talked a little this afternoon;  what a bore this man is.  He is as boring as the horrible art that taints this loathable house.  It is already intolerable that I am but an esquire still, but this man represents everything I detest.  I would like to know why Sir Fairfax deemed it a good idea to send me to him."
page_2: "Fearsday, 19th of Vindemia 835 -- 

Another horrible night spent in this dreary bedroom.  All I could hear was something scurrying above my head.  The halls are cold and my bones are aching.  I am going back to Sir Fairfax first thing tomorrow."
