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The day started about as typically as always. I spent most of the day mending various things about the Inn and doing various minor chores. Grey and Boyce headed off to the library at some point. After while I noticed Boyce returned by himself.

It started getting late in the evening, and I decided to put down what I was doing to head out and go find Grey. He was probably still at the library with his nose stuck in a book, not realizing how late it had gotten.

I had the misfortune of running into some would-be muggers on the way. I told them to head off and leave me be, but they insisted I give them money. After a pretty quick beat down, during which Grey showed up, commenting that he'd run into these jokers earlier, I instead took their money, and sent them on their way, telling them they would do well to find a safer profession if they wanted their families to continue eating in the future. The next day I figured I would head to the market in order to distribute the money amongst the beggars there.

But anyway, as Grey and I returned to the Inn, Bagram announced that his friend Philip the Elector would be visiting the next night, and not only that, but Boyce had performed some magicks and discovered that there would be an attack. But not against Philip: instead, his daughter, Hilda.

The next day we spent getting the Inn ready for such an auspicious guest, in addition to planning what should be done about the foreseen attack. I helped Grey with a bit of gadgetry attached to the door of the Inn in preparation.

When Philip arrived, Bagram informed him of what would happen, and I agreed to switch places with Hilda, and would sit down in the common room with Philip. Meanwhile, Boyce would guard Hilda in an upstairs room. Bagram also called in two toughs to help us out.

As the appointed time approached, I scanned for grouped minds with an ill favor to them. There were more than I had thought there would be given Boyce's description, but when they showed up, I found that they split up in order to circle the Inn and attack from multiple sides. I informed everyone subtlety that the action was about to start.

It seems that Trent and his tree friend did the most damage to the guys, and I completely did not intend to nearly mortally wound the poor sot, but I smashed one of the guys square in the face with a liquor bottle, nearly killing him. Another two were taken care of by Grey and Boyce, and then the survivors were trussed up, bandaged up, and then sent into the back room for interrogation.