In the final hours of our expedition, as the shores of Westeros come into view, it dawns on me that I did not record any details of the journey. Probably best that way, I wouldn’t want the nature of our mission to be accidentally uncovered.

Father and Mother welcomed us home to Snownook with a private dinner for the crew, where we recounted the more exciting moments of the trip and drank a pint for our fallen friend, Tito. And the night would not be complete without an eye jape at Jardin’s expense. Never gets old!

Regarding our treasure, the three dragon eggs, it was decided to keep the eggs safe in the castle and keep them a secret for the time being. I’m going to keep my ears open for a potential buyer, someone who might spend top dollar for such a rare prize!

As the meal winds down, my father breaks the news that Ser Perin was murdered on the first night of his return to Snownook from a long errand. My stomach sinks at this news.

I am nearly certain Perin is dead because of my secret assignment for him. I sent him away to parlay with Rusty; to return Rusty’s son, Danny, to him in exchange for a cash reward. I tricked the boy’s mother, Terry, to allow him to travel with Perin. When Perin returned to the castle without the boy, Terry was certainly enraged and murdered Perin on the spot.

As soon as we leave the hall, Calaila and I question the stable master for any clues about Perin’s errand. After receiving no useful information, I pull Calaila aside and give her all the details of my plot. She isn’t be impressed, but I know she’ll help me cover this up.

I have to say I’ve grown quite fond of Calaila and her uncanny ability to get me out of trouble.

The rest of our group must not know about this. Dolins is too noble to hear this information, and the rest of the fighters… well let’s just say House Jasper is better off without them knowing.