Murshez got caught by the Iron Wheel when we returned to Abah’s Landing. He died quick, and I owe him. Anybody know if he had relatives? I’d like to pay him back for getting me out of there.
Spent the last few – weeks? Months? Don’t know how long it’s been – holed up in an old ruin with nothing but scorpions to eat.
I’ll check in now and again, but my mothers didn’t raise me stupid. I’m out until this Iron Wheel situation is handled.
– G the S
