Franz Lohner’s Chronicle — Family Trouble

An absent-minded man of mysteries, Franz Lohner relies on his bulging journal to keep track of occurrences, intrigues and arguments around Taal's Horn Keep. Sometimes his notes are even useful, believe it or not. The Franz Lohner Chronicles are extracts from that journal.

Now, I don’t want to seem disloyal, but Sienna’s been behaving a bit funny of late. I mean don’t get me wrong, she’s always a bit funny ... but “ha-ha”, not “peculiar”.

Case in point, she’s been talking about her sister a lot after months of never so much as mentioning the harridan. Now I grant you things are different these days. It’s a bit hard to hide your family connections when one of them upped and had a crack at murdering your nearest, dearest and old Saltzpyre, after all. And then there’s the fact that Sofia’s supposedly dead and gone at the aforementioned pseudo-family’s hands.

Not that I believe for a minute that Sofia Fuegonasus is actually in Morr’s keeping as we speak. Granted, it was a bit exciting in those last moments, but no amount of searching turned up a body. We all know that a bodiless villain is one that’s just biding his or her time, waiting to return at the head of some ludicrous master plan, and probably with a maniacal laugh waiting to echo across the graveyard, or what have you. I could tell you some stories, I really could. Speaking of which, when you’re dealing with a necromancer it’s not even much of comfort to have actually found a body. Drifting spirits are terrible things, Sigmar help us. Especially malevolent ones ... and there ain’t exactly many of the other kind.

Anyway, if it was just that Sienna was gabbing on about Sofia I doubt I’d pay it any mind. Sure, she’s a tough old bird, but family’s family. You don’t have to like ‘em or love ‘em, but they leave a mark. Got to be harder with a twin, dredging up all kinds of conflicting emotions I shouldn’t wonder.

No, it’s not just that. Thing is, she’s taken to walking far and wide on the mountainside, and sneaky enough with it that even Kerillian couldn’t keep a protective - by which I mean “nosy” eye on her. Near as we can tell, she’s been wandering around the Howling Hollow, and places don’t get names like that without reason, especially given how the Winds of Magic are acting up.

I don’t. Maybe she’s just hankering after a bit of solitude - Bardin’s been playing the trombone again, and that’s never an aid to tranquility. But I’ve got a feeling in my water that there’s something more going on.

If things stay quiet, I might try having a word.