My search for information on this necromancer continues to unveil clues. I had discovered that he is overseas on a trip to Bavaria, and that his ship is due back to London somewhere around today. This being the best lead we have had on him yet, I gathered my companion group together to tell them about it, and to start making plans on what to do, if any of them would choose to help when the ship arrived. I knew the Lt would, although he was the only one of the group not to appear.
As we were convening a Brigadier come in looking specifically for the Major and "his friends". The rumoured assassin, Trinia, had been spotted at a tenement in the Shingles, and he requested that we extract her before the mobs got there. We were to then hand her over to selected guardsmen if we succeeded. The Major, naturally, accepted the assignment, and we pledged to accompany and assist.
Finding the tenement building was easy - getting past the old Jewish guard-lady was a bit more challenging, but we convinced her to let us in. No one answered at the door of Trinia's flat, so I appealed to the next door person to let us hire his flat for an hour. He was more than eager to take our money, and quickly set himself off to the pub. Opening the window of his flat, I used my ability to walk on air to exit and approach Trinia's place from the outside. Just as I did so, we noticed a female on the opposite building's roof, moving away from us - and I noticed Trinia's window open. Immediately deducing that this might be her attempting to escape, we made pursuit. Due to my wind-walking ability, I was faster than my companions, and reached the fleeing damsel first. By some miracle I successfully grabbed and pinned her to the roof, preventing her escape until the rest could arrive and apprise her of her situation.
Much to our astonishment, this Trinia turned out to be none other than Her Royal Highness Victoria herself! She had taken on the artist image, and a maid in the castle was illusioned to appear as the princess. She was somewhat vague on the why of it all, but it is very suspicious that the Regent would have a bounty out on her daughter's own head. We promised to take her to a safe location, and not to turn her in to the guardsmen. Thus it was back to Lady Wordsworth's with the future queen in tow, using my knowledge of the Shingles to avoid detection on the journey. The Major went off to lead the rest of the guard astray. Now I must go find the Lt, and bring him in to assist. I hope to have him meet his future monarch tomorrow.
And, amidst all of this, we still need to meet the boat when it arrives. Will this craziness never end?
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