Gone is the confident and well-groomed playwright who approached you at the Rushlight Tournament. Eimar Descha

Gone is the confident and well-groomed playwright who approached you at the Rushlight Tournament. Eimar Deschamps, who sent you to defeat the river pirates, is pale and wane, as though he had not slept for days. He shakily runs a hand through his hair as you approach. "It's a terrible mistake. I've — I owe you an apology. And an explanation." He holds up a hand as if to request patience or ward off a blow. "Walsh Celvoway, the magistrate, knows that I have a way with words — wouldn't think that now that I'm stumbling over myself."