Orders on dirtied parchment

Journal entry

 * Lads, some knight errant’s wandering our turf. Bad enough Quayle set his Nilfgaardian boyfriends after us, now we’ve got this idiot to deal with. But don’t get too elaborate about it! No raping or impaling or eye-gouging or whatnot. Cut off his head and get out.


 * Graybill Pellegrin