Sowing Discord in Bree
Group: Lord of the Rings · Tag: sowing_discord · Priority: Lowest
| ID | Journal text | Awarded by | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Bill Ferny has a quiet, ugly job for quiet, ugly pay: three forged letters -- poison-pen accusations in fine respectable handwriting, none of it his -- to be planted under three DIFFERENT tables in the Prancing Pony. Each must be slipped into place while I move unseen, in shadow; come at a table openly and the plant fails. When the letters are found, Bree's neighbors will do the rest to each other. | q_sow_start | |
| 2 | The third forged letter is wedged under its tabletop and the taproom is already muttering. The letters name names -- the Sheriff of Bree will come storming in at any moment, and he will not be storming in alone. Ferny didn't pay for me to be found standing over the evidence. Slip out, let the pot boil, and collect what he owes. | q_sow_plant | |
| 3 | final | Ferny paid out in morgul-silver -- and seemed genuinely delighted by the shouting from the Pony. Bree will patch itself up, probably; the letters were lies, mostly. He hinted there'd be more paper needing planting once the Watch stops prowling the common room -- one batch a day is about all the town can bear. | q_sow_pay |