Venice Craven

I have been trying to draw the Dryth together over the last few weeks but am finding a surprising amount of resistance from two of our number. Enough to try both my patience and temper to it's limits... and for those that know me, the limit for my temper is low enough that I constantly trip over it.

Our leader is busy with other affairs. And affair in the strictest sense is probably an appropriate word. He has a lady friend, and as loathed as I am to admit it, I preferred him as a Child of Elbahn than tied into a monogomous relationship with /her/. Her thoughts are barbed, aimed to rile. And rile me she does. I have done worse to others for less. And yet because of him, I.. we hold back. Her thoughts lay all of our plans bear for others to see and her jealousy holds no bounds.

The informant seems to be jealous herself of the leaders new affair, having been a regular 'customer' of his as a child of Elbahn. My Gods- the thoughts they had, if I had known he had lived so close, then my nights might not of been so--- but, no. Let us not get into that. Let's just say I was suitably educated in the art thanks to him. Whether directly intended or not. I am sure sometimes he did it on purpose.

There were rumours of another new Dryth, but they seem to have faded without me having a chance to meet her. If the others were the first impression she got, she's probably fled into the darkness, preferring a different kind of torture to this.

And lastly the protector. His hip is joined to the informant at the waist. After a failed attempt at kissing me (I am truely terrible at it), he seems to have taken it badly and thrown himself at her. Perhaps annoyed at me. I don't know, I did count him as at least a friend, he would not acknowledge my request for us to meet upstairs at the Inn, so the group consisted of myself and the leader alone. And still our plans are laid to waste as neither of us seem capable of communicating them to the others!