If silver judo.

76th of Hunter's Moon, Ava. 719

A deeper sleep I have never slept, but a sleep filled with frightening dreams I did not understand.  A strangely dressed old man was angry with me.

As I had chronicled yesterday, the leader of the footpads survived our alleyway battle.  I placed a food on his chest as he lay on the cobblestones, and pointed my sword at his neck.  I then demanded the knowledge I sought. 

Not wanting to give too much away, I began by asking about the thatcher, but this was a dead-end.  He had assaulted so many that trying to get the details of one of his victims was futile.  To speak of the cursed blade was too dangerous, especially to this one.  I could justify killing the others, as they had clearly sought to end my life, but to kill this one as he lay in such a position of weakness could not be rectified.  Of course, there was no reason for him to know this.

I pressed my foot into his chest and drew my blade back, intending to knock him unconscious.  He turned his head in anticipation of the blow, and it was then that I saw it: the same mark that had been carved into Pitre's body.  The mark of Thatu.

"Thatu" escaped my lips in pure astonishment, and the man's eyes grew wide with recognition.  Seizing upon the moment, I  said "Thatu sent me."  Another transgression, but I pray a necessary one.

His lips curled in horror, and he finally gave me the information I needed to know.

Thatu has traveled to Stensia, to a place called Maalfeld.  Stensia being a haven for Vampires, it is likely that he is one of them.  The sword must be quite a treasure to his kind.

I left the wretch sleeping off his headache in the alleyway.  May Avacyn show him the way.

Raben