Memoirs of Magnus 10  Our time in Nuln provided more tragedy.
After the loss of the great Leonardo, I had hoped for more
fortuitous events to come our way, but alas, it was not to be.
We started by landing in one of the rivers outside of the city,
and proceeding on horse back. The city requests an elf tax, Nym,
however, was not best pleased and refused to pay. Fortunately,
the guard stepped down before things escalated too far (though I
must confess, it was funny to watch). We were greeted,
afterwards, by the Countess of Nuln herself, who invited us all
to a ball she was throwing, requesting we bring the more unusual
elements of our menagerie as entertainment for her guests. I was
most pleased, later, to find that this would grant me an
opportunity to prove myself a valued member of my order.
Viloman, being his usual debonair self, whisked the countess
away, while the rest of us carried on to the temple of Myrmidia.
Ozric paid his respects to Myrmidia, then we carried on to the
temple of Sigmar, where we ho