Travel Diary: Day Three

Rantello sucks and I'm not going back there again ever. I was woken up last night, or properly this morning, at about four in the morning, by the police, who arrested me for impersonating a member of the secret police. I was taken in and interrogated, and, again, found the only solution was to pretend to be guilty of something I wasn't, in order to put them at ease. I actually told them, "None of you are cleared to know anything more about Operation BOUNCE than the name." Eventually, they turned me over to a second interrogation team, who spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out what my real game was, then turned me over to a third interrogation team. The third team gave me six hundred dollars and a wooden box full of little clay figurines, and then exiled me from Rantello forever. ("We had to make some compromises..." they told me.)

The good news, though, is that I found out more about the guy with my backpack, which is why I'm on a train right now, headed to the city of Ulthar. My travel guide has a lot to say about Ulthar. Apparently, in Ulthar it is illegal to harm a cat, and the cat population is three times the human population. The people, according to the guide, all have very catlike mannerisms.

That's about it for now. I'll post tomorrow and let you all know what Ulthar's like. Catty, I'd imagine.