Riverside Province

It is done.  We spoke to Old man Joness, and he has given us safe passage to our next mission.  We must eliminate the remainder of the White Mantle, and we must steal the sceptor back.  Through the boat ride, I saw much of scenery change until it was obvious we had returned to the lush tropic of Kryta.  We are within the jungle no more, and air blows sweet and cool off the sparkling waters.

I've upgraded my armour, and the weavers and merchants were glad of my business.  Seems they don't get many out in these parts. So isolated, yet peaceful.   Our mission is to occur at dusk.  we are to meet Saidra amongst the last of the White Mantle camps and smuggle their weaponry out to her.  We also must retrieve the sceptor of Orr.  It is dangerous in the hands of these murderous brutes, we must take it from Dinas.  Luckily, Dinas has had a change of heart.  His cowardice was the only thing keeping him in the White Mantle, now with them all but defeated he is ready to help us instead, so long as we keep him safe.

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I'm not sure I trust the White Mantle.  It is nothing in their actions, but the way they spew their hatred around about the Shining Blade, a band of rebels i'm told, reminds me muchly of the way King Adelbern spewed his hatred of the Krytans.  I help them though, more, but I will remain on guard and make my own decisions.  This has helped us all greatly on our perilous journey.   Emotions lead to rash decision, which may lead to death. 

I meet my co-ordinator,  Mantle Knight Karriya, and he tells me that they have found the sceptor of Orr. My eyes nearly pop out of my head in surprise.  This sceptor is the sign of the Flameseeker stories, the fabled weapon of the mercilous Lich.  Many men died retrieving this scepter overnight aswell, overtaken by the undead.  My mission is simple.  Cleanse Hakewood of all the undead scum, find Confessor Dorian, and retrieve the sceptor of Orr.  Time to go.