[center][h3][color=33ff33]Turf Wars[/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][color=00ff00][h1]Scribe Drom[/h1][/color][/center]

[indent]Pigeon message to the King:
	My Lord, things here are going as you expected. Andrew has caused quite an uproar in the town. I believe that he has been contacted by the thieves guild, but has not moved in that direction at this time. The rumor on the street is that the Abbot has causes some unrest with in the thieves guild. This has spilled over to the population in general. It will be interesting to see if he can negotiate a peace or if they will attempt to kill him. 
	I am happy to report that he has started acting like a Abbot and healing people. Three people are in his care at this time. If he can keep himself from getting into the middle of things and stirring the pot, he might endear himself to the people. 
	Andrew appears to have made an Ally in a Master Bork Valding, a bright enough fellow who appears to want to make a name for himself. Along is a copy of his credentials. Please have your spies investigate him. 
	Always in your service as I have been to your Father and Grandfather,
		Abbigale 
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[center][color=00ff00][h1]Abbot Andrew[/h1][/color][/center]

Andrew had heard the voice of his little rat during the night. He knew Susie which meant that he had a chance at redeeming himself with the guild. Scribe Drom, did a nice job of cleaning the girl up. Her hair was clean and combed, a ribbon was in her hair and a leather strap made a nice belt, making the shirt into a dress. He watched Drom in amazement of how maternal she seemed caring for the child. A scowl of a look had made Andrew look away as she washed and changed the girl. He could care less about that, he was surprised by his scribe. She rarely talked to him. 
As Andrew came back to his room, He found the note on the table he was using for a desk, rolled and dropped. It was a summons to appear before the guild. He was on trial or at least had some explaining to do. To make matters worse, the Captain came and gave the evening report. Fights had broken out down towards the shore and a couple houses broken into. Andrew had an inkling of what was going on and most of it was his fault. At that moment he felt very alone. He told the captain to have the men spread the word that the port was reaming open and there was no plan for martial law to be imposed. He did not want to say he started that rumor. So he didn't. The captain was smart and knew Andrew was involved some how. He left shaking his head.  

Andrew called out, [color=#00ff00]"Drom, please make it so I can sleep for a few hours and that I don't have to have an audience with any citizens till this afternoon."[/color]   He need to get some dark clothing and make a plan. He had another day to prepare. Maybe Master Bork might help him figure out a plan. He lay on the bet tapping his forhead with the captain's sword. His luck the captain would walk in and see it.