We're getting closer to reaching our goals, but our position is becoming more dangerous. You don't house and feed half a dozen people without leaving telltale traces. Riverboats pass day and night, and the looters are going to start gathering once they're sure the plague has burned the place out. I conclude: if our enemies are not dead by the Month of Wind, we will be. There's a sadness in Emily, but she's strong, weathering the death of her mother just half a year ago better than most grown men I've known. Once we take Dunwall Tower, I'll see that her life is better. I've always thought that I'd command the navy in her name, but sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't just take the title Lord Regent and do it properly.