20 March 1837: The Note
An interesting note arrived for me when I had returned from the day's duties in the form of the crows Tarot card. The note claimed that they (whomever "they" are, or "I" as they referred to themselves in the note) would be able to allow us to take out our revenge on that son of a gun Gaedren Lamm, who nearly killed me with that east-end "happy drug", opium. Oh, he will pay! Apparently, that beast has also wronged whoever sent this note. I have decided to meet at the designated point a little early tonight, so as to familiarize myself with the meeting room. I'll see if this person can help myself and these other wronged ones catch that slippery little fish and wring his neck!
The meeting place turned out to be some old, gypsy fortune-teller's abode. The only other person in the room when I arrived was a gypsy boy who looked to be around 18 years old and relatively simple; possibly the fortune-teller's son... or even the fortune-teller himself! Neither of the above seemed likely as he seemed unfamiliar with the room himself. How does this secret host expect us to catch and dispose of a man as slippery as Lamm with nothing more than myself and peasants?! Ah well, I eventually made introductions and discovered this other gypsy to be of the magic kind, respectable enough and of the name Nastasie Dementiev. I believe a female doctor entered next. I made introductions while I settled in with a glass of that wine under the table and a piece of that slightly stale bread. The doctor goes by the name of Dr. Cross. Very respectable, seeing as there are few females in the medical business. That ragtag Lieutenant Forrester entered next (finally another soldier) closely followed by an old chinese man and a little chinese girl (as if we need more incapable fighters to take down Lamm). These two go by the names Dr. Xian Ming and Mei-Mei Wu-Shi. Our host appeared to be late at this point, seeing as the last three to enter arrived right on time. So this was to be the force wronged by Gaedren and assembled to kill Gaedren; an old medicine man, a little girl, a magical gypsy peasant, a medical doctor, and two (if I don't say so myself) elite soldiers. Seems pretty pathetic if you ask me. Arriving late, (as seems to be the current fashion) was none other than Lady Wordsworth of Japanese descent. Great, now we've got a pretty lady who's probably afraid to get a shoe slightly damp to help us; another worthless bag of bones! Our host finally arrived and described to us her predicament (Lamm slew her son and stole her precious Tarot deck, which she eventually retrieved) and told us she knew where the beast hid. After a little thought, we all eventually agreed to seek revenge for her and ourselves. We were pointed towards the Isle of Dogs to seek out that monster. But, before we began to formulate a plan, our host presented a Tarot reading for us. The old gypsy did some boring hibbity jibbity and said that some bad stuff and some good stuff would happen. Ah well, I don't really believe that has much meaning anyway. Without another word, she was off. The Lieutenant and Nastasie were off at once without any kind of plan, though I tried to reason with the Lt., he simply rushed of, leaving me to protect the helpless lot. Arggh! Sometimes I wonder if that Lt. has any brains in that head of his. Well, the remaining group and I semi-formulated a plan and headed towards the Isle of Dogs to aid the Lt. and Mr. Dementiev (they seem like trouble if you ask me).
Major Scotty MacBurns
Signing off:
20 March 1837
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