D'Arcy's Golden Boy

All I hear around the administrative halls these past few weeks is "Gerik this" and "Gerik that." I've half a mind to blow those barrels underneath the torture chamber just to drown out all that annoying fawning.

Apparently, the costs are going towards something other than this Gerik's wardrobe since all his shirts were missing the front half. How I miss Mme Björnson's presence. There was a woman with a true sense of beauty.

I'll have to see what I can uncover about this whelp's background…

Your obedient servant,
O.G.