As far as I know Father Ratcliffe has stumbled his way to an ever deepening swamp of problems. I wouldn’t dare to say anything against him for he is still a father, but most of the group seem to share my growing concern. He seems to have little concern for the subtlety that we should probably manifest in our investigations. I must admit that he and the guardsman were very effective in finding Quins body, though what followed nearly made me lose my temper.
Castella especially has her knickers in a proper twist, which is partly amusing to see, but also concerning as there’s going to be some sort of escalation and resolution. The situation doesn’t seem stable, especially as there’s no mediation between Castella & Ratcliffe. Rimwena seemed to hint at that we should do something fairly rash against Rafcliffe, if I understood the implication correctly. We shall see whether such strict measures are required, or can we still get out of this with no casualties within the cell.
I hope we’re done with this planet, I pity the people who have to stay in these smog filled quarters for their whole lives. I’m becoming increasingly convinced that living in a ship is the thing for me. All these places where we’ve been have had a strange feeling. Terra felt almost constricting with all the bureacracy, I am not really comfortable with all the gold and glitter either. And this place is just miserable.
I guess I would prefer a situation where we could settle this quarrel without confrontation, but that option is not on the table anymore. Those burned bodies speak too clearly.