“Well. One more thing. When the fighting happened… I couldn’t see too clearly, but there was something in the sky. And, um, I hit it with my slicer. Heard a sound like it was hitting metal, and later I found my slicer next to a weird metal thing. It almost looked like a wheel.”
Corvus just looks baffled.
“I think I heard one of the mountain people call it an arraship,” you continue. “I don’t know exactly what that means, but it’s got the word ‘ship’ in it.”
“So, what, you hit a flying metal ship with your slicer?” Corvus asks, startled.
“Maybe. Like I said, I didn’t really see it.”
“Gotta say, that sounds even harder to believe than the wizard. But then, with some of the stuff we’ve heard about… maybe they could make something like that.” He shrugs. “Okay. So are you ready to talk about this whatever-it-is?”
“Oh. Right. It’s the strangest thing, but I ran into this grebling kid earlier, with a package. And can you believe it, the thing has my family crest on it.”
“No kiddin’,” Corvus says, as you pull it out.
“So I thought I’d have a look. It’s some kind of sketchbook. Mostly nobles. But, well, there’s this.”
You show him the picture of Captain Long shaking hands with your father.
“I think you recognize the man on the left. The one on the right is my missing father. And there’s some notes underneath… probably in Kandrian. I don’t suppose you can read that?”
Corvus shakes his head.
“Nope, never learned it. Not that I had the most formal of education.” He pauses. “Do you mind if I have a look at that for myself, though?”
“All right. I think I saw Mudviper in these sketches, too.” You hand the book to him. “If you have any idea what to make of it, I’d like to hear it.”
“Sure,” Corvus mutters.
You’re now Corvus. And you don’t know what in the hells to make of any of this.
Obviously this book is the package Rider wanted you to deliver. But you can’t go revealing that, you’d betray his trust.
Still, you have to wonder why in the hells he was handing it off, and why he was so secretive about it. Maybe if you flip through, you can at least get some idea about that.
So what strikes you as you make your way through the sketches?
It’s weird how detailed it is. Rich folks only commissioned these things during important or significant events, weddings, treaties, etc. Artists of the caliber that made these sketches are few and far between. You’ve had to deliver a few parchments yourself. If you could find the artist, they could tell you more, but it’s clear enough what this sketchbook is trying to document.
These sketches are a birth-certificate.