Dienstag der 31. März, 1220
Our remaining journey to Krakow was of little consequence. We ran most of the distance at top speed, taking advantage of our tireless, dead muscles, and snuck ourselves into a caravan en route for the final leg of our journey. Once in Krakow, I consulted the instructions Voradore had given us, and we found the local safe house shortly thereafter.
The proprietor of this place was a vampire named Arthur, who invited us in and saw us immediately. We delivered the package Voradore wished us to deliver, and waited as Arthur spoke with Voradore via a device that seemed based as much in magic as in science. Voradore requested some special package in return, but Arthur sent it with one of the local vampires he had in tow. We, he told us, were to undergo another, different mission. For the meager remaining hours of this evening, and the coming day, he would allow us to make ourselves at home, and told us that whatever we felt we needed would be made available to us. Kat and Abarath decided, as usual, to train their fighting skills. I made use of my time with a private tutor, however, and learned why the mythical strength, speed, and stamina of the undead seemed to be no more than a myth. I had always assumed that was merely something that happened to a person in the Embrace. While my comrades were training themselves physically, though, my tutor began to teach me the ways of a new discipline, which she called the Discipline of Fortitude. I believe I will find a great deal of use in this ability.
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