In other ways, I'm all too aware of the danger I face. The entire Ironblood family is a formidable force, and I've heard whisperings that they are descended from chosen of Armok. Fortunately, our Mayor's apparent addiction to the endless crumpets I make for him is keeping suspicion away from me. Without any allies here ruining my plans, I can be much more discreet, and hopefully will remain undiscovered until I can carry out the ritual in 4 years time.

Up until now he's been far too distracted with building his admittedly glorious tomb to deal with any hints of a 'cult'. I can only hope that he'll find something else to distract him, possibly family matters, while I finish my business.

Writing of the past makes me nostalgic of the last time I saw my master. Suspecting he would soon be discovered, he sent me away with a group of exploratory miners, calling themselves the Great Picks, as they still do.
Back then the Captain was a rather unimpressive specimen, a miner himself, but otherwise little more than a leader for the expedition. I remember him being quite pleased at the prospect of having some fresh booze and food on the trip when he recruited me. Things change, but not all. He's still easily pleased at the prospect of fresh booze and food..

In any case, I am confident that I will remain undiscovered. For public view, I have a bedroom in the fortress proper. For my own purposes I keep a small, dugout section I made myself in the sand and clay, on the most distant, and most dilapidated external tower. For some reason nobody uses these anymore, and I suspect they'd just as soon wall it off, if anybody remembered it was there. But my feet alone have trod here in the last decade or so.