Tanfiz's Diary

Tanfiz's Diary is the diary of the eponymous Tanfiz Whistletrick, a gnomish tinkerer formerly residing at Whistletrick's Windmill.

## Description

Missed by the adventurers Rodan and Uhland when they chased down Tanfiz after the theft of a small crate of Iviniuum, the diary maintained by Tanfiz appears to give further context to the events leading up to the theft, as well as shedding some light upon the curious modifications noted on Tanfiz's body by the Exegete Vuruzum Zelnolar.

## Reading

### Completed by Ashewan Norvegicus

*[..."odd folks those Thuntoths, Luldri and Aughers. Not bad odd, but just odd odd. Very particular about the details, everything orderly and measured. But I suppose it makes them predictable in their own way, there is no brashness there, no surge in emotion like the folks back in Oxresh, all shouting and screaming. No, they seem to enjoy the peace of the forest, minding their own business as I mind my own. I try not to bother them much, but they don't half have a fair skill at fixing things worn and torn by the years. The mill is moving smoother than ever, new cogs installed promptly. I can taste the bread already, well, I suppose I'll need to find a few more acorns first. The ones gathered last Amberlight are starting to run a little low in the store cupboards. And yet my feet ache from the day's travels, and so now I fruit by candlelight"...]*

*[..."part of the windmill collapsed on me, or rather nearly on me again today. Some of the planks on the northern wall again, I only re-fixed them a few months ago! I appreciate I may not be a carpenter, or mason, or smith, but wood is wood, nails are nails. I'd go and complain, but I don't think I can stomach the idea of going back to Enderford again. Too many people - how ever did I live in the capital for those years? The squeak of the mill, the wind buffeting at the walls, the birds in the thickets around me, those are the sounds I embrace now"...]*

*[..."he says it has been weeks. I can remember some of it, but sparsely, in truth. He said that it had all been some kind of terrible mix-up, towers being similar and all that - clearly I was wrong to think that I was the worst architect in Ahlus, for clearly I have a competition in this Otto - and the mishap had resulted in a less than smooth landing for him. A bruise remains upon his cheek and brow, but he seems to have escaped the worst of it, unlike me. The upper floor collapsed entirely, it seems it was quite the miracle I was not slain in the fall it seems. A balance seems to have befallen me, he both the cause and the solution, as he's nursing me back to health. Fixed my broken legs with some kind of contraption and while they are still red and blotchy, they seem stronger than ever - and I can finally see over the pile of crates near the door now, like his healing has grown me half a foot, aha!"...]*

*[..."Otto is an odd fellow too, to put it lightly. We set up a bedchamber for him beneath the windmill, as he doesn't seem to want to venture to Enderford or Oxresh at the moment, something about the agents of some cult being after him? Despite seeming to suggest that it was his work tinkering that gathered the attention of this Tzar Coolsellum (or however you spell it!), he was quick to turn my various tools into a contraption to help us clear the soil and stone away. Charming little chap, that construct, with little claws for digging. Quite the nifty mind that dwarf has, even if it prone to outbursts. He says that he'll make me a few other clockwork things here and there to help out - who am I to say no?"...]*

*[..."I nearly lost it today. Well, I should clarify, both my arm, and as a result, my patience with him. One of his contraptions fell from the outside of the tower, splashing something noxious all over the place. Don't know how he got ahold of acid or whatever it was all the way out here, but he's seemingly managed it. He promised to make me something to make up for it, muttering something about making the burned arm better than it ever was before. The stinging has stopped, but I can still smell where the caustic mix caught the flesh, and it is looks like a moorbounder's been at it"...]*

*[..."today I finally plucked up the courage to ask him why he hadn't just used his magic to transport himself back to wherever he came from. He's spoke about it in passing as he's working, most likely unaware that I'm there - even when I am standing right next to him! No, apparently, despite his need to return to check in on Henry, supposedly it just 'doesn't work like that'. Maybe he's lost his keys or something? He did say that he needed to make something to help him get back there, although it wouldn't be easy to do. We'll perhaps the sooner he's got his key, the sooner he'll be gone - although the grin and laughter that me offering to help in anyway I could didn't exactly fill me with confidence. Nonetheless, he says that he's just got one extra thing that he needs first, and that he'll make me a few extra bits and pieces to help me fetch it"...]*