Day 4,643

Ranaul gave us his permission, but only if all of us will do it together. There is no point in hiding in the forest anymore, and since we’ve earned a sizable amount of coins selling monster parts we have acquired during our journey, we can sustain ourselves for quite some time.

Thus, our team buried any evidence of the camp, then regrouped with us in the city under the guise of merchants. After a brief celebration in a tavern, we gathered in a room we have rented and discussed our plans.

I presented a proposal to Ranaul. If we are to continue our investigation regarding the perpetrator of Arlonia’s siege we have to open a monster breeding farm. It will give us cash to fund our efforts and allow us to live in the kingdom we found ourselves in. Moreover, it will give us influence once we have expanded.

We know the risk, of course. If Thuron discovers who we really are, then everything will be over. We will be killed, and we better just return home than let that happen. But Ranaul did not falter; he agreed to my proposal.

Our main problem was the proper documents. Since we came secretly from a foreign land—also an enemy of this kingdom—we did not have any identification papers. But as luck would have it, some of our mages are illusion masters. With a few enchantments and bribery, we managed to create fake documents and submitted it to the government.

It will take a week for the processing, so we agreed to use that opportunity in getting used to Tumrok’s layout—we will have to master navigating its streets in the event that our cover is blown..