<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.tinypic.com/312tu7p.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Wenceslas "Winnie" Bordeaux</strong></span><br/>Chronicler, Journalist, and World Traveler.<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1738830) HP: 30; AC: 14.<br/><br/><em>The meeting with Jeminda Anikee went well.  She entered and exited the Drunken Dog in the cover of darkness, and were it not for the candlelight above us, I imagine that we would have never seen her face.  She was, without a doubt, something of a beauty, or perhaps the candlelight deceived me.<br/><br/>"But why be so secretive?" I asked her as I accompanied her to a non-descript carriage.<br/><br/>She looked at me for a moment and said nothing.<br/><br/>"Are you truly an official for Magnimar?" I probed.<br/><br/>Her lips pursed and she looked at me one last time before her chaise fled down the street.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mr. Bordreaux, I am.  Please have the decency of being discreet when you write about me."<br/><br/>"Discretion is my middle name," I cried after her.<br/></em><br/><br/>The young journalist was sitting at a table, his journal out, with another cigar in his mouth.  He was furiously writing in his journal.  Little bits and pieces of what had occurred that night.  Matters that flavored his story and added fable and lore to what was really a very matter-of-fact contract negotiation.