Guildmaster Tony’s dealt with grumpy goblins, disquieting deserts, and vexed vampyres, but don’t worry! It looks like he’s going back to his roots in this latest journal, which deals with a quaint old treasure-hunter and his interest in the cellar of a local pub. How wholesome!

Gullday, Moevyng 18th

Today I finally got on with some proper Guildmaster-y duties and met with the chap we’ve got running the Jolly Boar dig site. Normally I’m not fond of private individuals stomping around all over our excavations, but in this case, I agreed to make an exception simply because we were struggling to find anyone else to work there. I’m not surprised, really – pub cellars just don’t have the same allure as floating citadels and buried fortresses, although pubs are certainly appealing to some!

To be honest, this Movario fellow wasn’t quite what I thought he’d be. I expected some old eccentric hunting down battered jewelry to show off at the Grand Exchange. And while he was old, and plenty eccentric, something about him… his demeanour, maybe, as if something bigger is driving him? It feels at odds with this peculiar little site.

For one thing, he’d brought along his own tools! When I first encountered him this morning he was pottering around the edge of the site with an odd-looking device in his hand. Every so often it would beep and he’d swing round to face the sun, then scowl, press a few buttons, and start walking around again. I thought it looked highly amusing, and wasn’t able to hide my smirk before Movario turned around – a mistake I won’t be making again!

Far from the doddering old hobbyist I’d expected, it seems that Movario (if that is even his real name) is one of those truly unpleasant treasure hunters – the kind that lets nothing get in his way. He seemed to take offence to me being there, although I was too polite to remind him where his funding is coming from! And besides, I was a little put off by the armed bodyguard hanging out by the tent.

I felt I had to speak up when I saw him swat at the poor Time Sprites who’d gotten a little close to his machine, though. They were just trying to show him where to dig! But it’s no use reasoning with these people.

Movario insisted that it was the Time Sprites that were interfering with the device. Apparently it was working perfectly before they showed up, and now it keeps swinging eastwards. It’s supposed to detect ‘powerful energy’ or somesuch nonsense. Personally, I think it’s a load of rubbish, but as long as it doesn’t interfere with his work on the dig site I’m willing to let it slide.

Overall, not a bad day! I can’t wait to see the look on Movario’s face when he turns up nothing but broken pottery, though…