Anyway, I return and underneath the door is yet another slip of paper - this one with the writings "Neevie Sheevis, Free League, Black Boot Walk". It was at that point I remembered that I had forgotten to comment here about the other name I had checked on. Silverton. Darcel was his first name and when I went to the Hall of Records to find out about him, I discovered he died in an accident at some Tavern a few days earlier. He was a tax collector and a stack of barrels fell on him. I wrote it off as unimportant because he was dead. These 'accidents' happen to folks like tax collectors. Maggot pies, half the reason I enjoyed life on the high seas was to be away from their irrelevant collections. I did find out if I wanted to talk to his spirit I could go and find it on Isguard. That's some chaotic good outer plane. Of course, I would have to find my way there first. What is it with these people? Mental Note: Check on Neevie Sheevis next possible chance... and make that SOONER than the Silverton incident.

53) Just returned from downstairs. I had changed into Flynne to talk to my usual waitress, Atina, whom gives me some of the best tips of information just to get rid of me. Heh heh. Dressin' like a leper does that to people - they seem to think its contagious. The Black Boot Walk is in the hive near 2-Lamp Street in the Marble District. Lucky for me in about six hours, Cha-kan, Lilah and Valas are meetin' so we can all head back to the Hive. Our goal is to retrieve the bodies we left from the earlier fight. Makes perfect sense to me. I didn't know why we ran in the first place - we killed the two bugs that were after us. Never did get to loot the thug bodies. Mental Note: Loot first... THEN run.

I think for now I will relax and rest for several moments. Just as soon as I soak down these weary gills of mine. They've been a touch itchy. I also have to do a bit of stitchin' on a few new disguises. I'm startin' to run a bit low. Maybe a shoppin' trip is also in order. I've got a good setup for a gypsy and I can imitate a priest of Lovitar, like I set Lilah up with a while ago. And if I get the time, I'd like to try that zebra skin design I saw earlier...

54) Standin' in a Cheese shop. Writin' down a couple of quick notes. Found Black Boot Street - its marked by several dozen pairs of boots hangin' from a line on posts along the route. They still have bloody feet in 'em. There are nasty lookin' kids on the streets holdin' small wicked saws. There is also broken down beer garden with several tables and chairs. All people there all are slimy, grimy and ugly. They said Neevie is a cheese dealer and in a shop several doors down, easily found.

Cheese shop has many shelves with cheese. Back room has a cheese press along with one pressed Neevie Sheevis. Seems she too had an 'accident' and fell into the press. Heh heh - I jokin'ly said she really puts herself into her work and Lilah got upset. T'was a joke! An she said I need to lighten up. On the other hand, its disturbin' - why am I bein' informed when people are dyin'? Am I just not gettin' to 'em in time or are they marked? Mental Note: Check Black Sails room more often... or move out.

Got into a brief argument with Hugh - he seems to think that I am out killin' folks in my spare time. He even debates that I go into 'sleep' mode and murder folks - somethin' like that. Hardly. I barely get enough sleep to keep movin' these days. He wants to know what is up with my disguises. I didn't tell him nor shall I. What business is it of his? I did catch him though by a quick thinkin' counter; "And what of it? If I am, then I am only addin' to the entropy of it all?" He smirked, did a little bow and told me not to add too much else he'd have to take action. Butt-badgered tadpole's father. His crossbow may be heavier than mine, but I'd bet I am a better sniper than him and that I can run faster - especially as he dons that heavy chainmail of his. He ain't a bad guy though - hope it don't come down to a dividin' line.

Lilah and I scammed the place over real good. I found a hidden compartment underneath the press. Had some cash in it which I split with Lilah. We also found a medallion that proved Neevie was an Indepth - Lilah kept the medallion. Drat. She's awfully irratating today.

Valas and Cha-kan want to move out soon. Gonna cut through the slags to get to our last fight site.

55) Well, that sucked. All of it. We cut through the slags what seems like hours ago but was actually under an hour ago. We met up with Catix. Nice chap....not. The ground started to shake and tremble. Stones from various demolished buildin's began to bounce and tumble around. A crevice opened up nearby and a huge shark fin began to waver right through the very ground and slither toward us. Then this cinnamon smell got real strong - kinda reminded me of the cookies we used to bake back in the village so long ago.

Cha-kan yelled for us all to run and flee. We did. Everyone bounded, scrambled and dodged out of the slags. Only Valas wasn't as quick as everyone else and got nailed by some random rocks. He even slipped a few times and got scrapped up. Tough for him. He finally did make it out. The ground stopped shakin' then, and we could see the fin sailin' back through the slags. Catix doesn't like to leave his home. I was tempted, oh so tempted to sink a bolt lengthwise in his fin but I'm not that troubled to risk bein' flattened like a pancake and hung out to dry.

We skirted the slags the rest of the way. When we finally got there, we found the second bug body underneath some rubble but the first one was gone. All but one of the thug bodies were also missing - sucked shark shit. Someone beat us to the loot. Well, Hugh and Cha-kan dug 'em out and start glossin' over the bug corpse. It was every bit as ugly as I remember. Cha-kan whips out his knife - the dissectin' one, and sets it to a body part on the corpse. I immediately turn my back and begin whistlin'. Rogan is good for somethin'. That trick blocked out all the dissectin' noises and I didn't have any problem what so ever with the little 'operation'.

The thug corpse: he had some cloths which I quickly heisted though there was no sign of any faction. I've now got a dirty grey wool shirt, blue breeches and some worn brown shoes. We also got a little cash which I split with Lilah.

Next, Hugh snatched up the bug body and carted it off to Tesh's Infirmary with the group of us in tow. Inside, Tesh and the rest of the nutty doctors (Cha-kan, Valas, etc) were goin' to dissect the corpse to figure out what made it tick. I wasn't feelin' particularly interested so let 'em go at it on their own. They asked that myself and Lilah find some Taxidermist named Mikasha Zack. She's a dustman... er... dustlady... er... dustfemale... sorta. She's dressed in old clothes, all motheaten and such and her skin is full of wrinkles. Looks more dead than alive. But then again, all the Dustfolk I've met so far did. I let Lilah wander inside while I stayed outside...wasn't feelin' social. Bet I shoulda gone inside though. Shortly afterwards, the Red Guard come walkin' down the street. Not only is it my o' friend that keeps findin' me by mistake but its also the guy whom busted me for beggin' half a day ago. Great. I'm not feelin' social at all, so when they start marchin' toward me cryin' up a storm about illegal beggin', I bust loose with a bolt fired from the bottom of my sack and take off sprintin' down the side alley. Damn they run but good though...even in the heavy armor. They even tried to 'talk' me into waitin' for 'em. Not this time... I wasn't even goin' to listen to their chatter. I started yellin' to myself and I couldn't even hear 'em talk. It took me a good long time to finally get rid of 'em and it was only when I went into the hive they stopped followin' me. I ruined the disguise too with all the sweat from the runnin'. I'm back into "Flynne" disguise now - have to leave Loki to rest for a bit. On the bright side, I know the name of the Red Guard Captain after me...its Notary Hancock. Mental Note: Pop some earplugs in when next Mr. Notary comes marchin' down the street toward me.