Our little port has been very busy lately. Two Brothers from the Wall, a new maid for Lady Tuttle, a messenger, a tax collector, and let us not forget a murder. There are things afoot of grave importance in the Hall. I, however, am only responsible for making sure our guests are fed and housed.
My Lady Maera needed my assistance in translating a book. Turns out it was Bravosii love poems. I had to fight away a fierce blush at one particular poem. It was one my darling Syrio read to me often during our affair. Maera was looking for clues, we found two. Neither one made much sense.
Later after dealing with the lecherous tax collector I arrived back at the Hall just before the messenger was presented to Lord Tuttle. I chanced to overhear the messenger mumble under his breath that it was strange his pouch was was unsecured. I informed my Lady of that tidbit as soon as I could.
Early the next day the Nobles were presented with the conundrum of what they should be doing with Lord Redwyne. Arrest him, or treat him gently. I do not envy them this choice. I fear either way it may sweep our tiny little island into the storms of war.