Kulik Kulikov and his men are busy preparing the hunt, so I've a few moments to write up this whole incredible affair.
Week back I arrived home in Oxenfurt after a long journey and found I'd received a letter from my barrister. My aunt Helena had finally passed on and left all her belongings, including her hut outside Novigrad, to me. The letter included a copy of her will and a key to the chest in which she had stashed her savings. Remembering how my dear auntie would serve her guests only bread and water, I was sure she'd managed to save up a hefty stash of coin during her long and miserly life. So I raced off in a flash to my aunt's hut, to pay my respects at her grave, and while there, take a gander at what's in that chest. But when I got there, the hut was in ruins and the neighboring peasants were claiming a griffin had nested on my aunt's lands. So there I was, a fortune in arm's reach, and not a way to get at it. So I went back to Oxenfurt and raced to the Alchemy, fast as my feet would take me, for I'd heard the famous Kulik Kulikov and his crew were watering their horses there after their latest adventure. We agreed terms quick enough (he'd get a portion of what we found in the chest) and set off to exterminate this ploughing pest of a griffin.
Now I'm sitting and watching Kulikov's lads arm the ballista, writing this all down to calm my nerves and pass the time.
Fun's about to start!
