Journal of Lt. Tupper, Day 205

Day 205
The gnome is dead.

I never even knew his name.

We debated it at length. Ragnar wanted to put him under a geas, I wanted to bring him back to a real jail, and Arcadius wanted to behead him (well guess who the hells' in charge here). For all the good it does us, it's the best plan of action. He already proved capable of escaping common imprisonment, he's clever enough to work around any sort of geas, and if he had gotten back to his allies he could have told them where the staff is. At least we didn't make light of the deed. Arcadius held a long and somber ceremony before hacking his little head off and burning the corpse. I just can't shake the feeling I'll suddenly come up with some humane solution that would have kept him alive and the staff safe. There had to have been one.

As for one of our myriad missions… The cliff from the vision, the one where the soul of Herakles' bastard child is being held, is close to the fort, or at least closer to it than Izmir. The major cities of this region are to the south, and so south is where we are heading.

Wonder how Cogmer is doing.