16th of Heartfire, 4E 201
There are times I have wished Kethrina never returned from Pyandonea. Not capturing her was my greatest failure, but one from which I was able to recover when I confirmed she had escaped the limits of our influence.
I admit I began to panic when I discovered her missing in Windhelm. I had a devil of a time finding her again, and might not have if not for the rumors I heard. She is well or fairly known in four holds, and her exploits often make for a good story over a flagon of mead.
In her lies both my greatest glory and my greatest disgrace. So much depends on what she will do, on events I can not control.
When Kethrina reports to Maro, she will accompany his Legionnaires into the sanctuary. Her sense of duty won’t allow her to do anything else. When she does, she’ll realize Loki isn’t there. I would have some documents forged to make it appear he was away executing a contract, but neither I nor any of my agents can get inside.
That aggravating woman picks at things, rips at loose threads like an obsessive weaver at an imperfect tapestry. She’ll track down Loki one way or another, and when she does …
I can only hope I can hide my involvement.
Ironically, all of that can become moot if she dies in this or in any other ruin. I’m so frustrated by the restraints my superiors have placed on me! I can never enter unsecured areas, lest I be discovered. I can never be within sight when she is attacked by our enforcers. I can never take direct action against her.
I have disobeyed that final order several times.
What I can comprehend is how did she learn of my existence? How does she know I’m here? And why hasn’t she mentioned it or me in her journal? What is she trying to do?
Not only does she know, she was bold enough, brazen enough, to actually tell me! Why? Of course the aggravating woman would never answer my questions.
…
I wonder …
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