I am having a hard time picturing this. If someone was trying to assassinate Wilimar, would they really keep a journal?
Today I went to kill my next target, but was foiled on account of him having his front door closed. Should have waited until he opened it. Stupidstupidstupid.
Arrow supplies depleted. Retreating to get another one. I'm going to leave my journal, my weapon, and all my supplies here so nobody takes my spot. The other assassins are such jerks. Always hogging the good spots.
Wilimar thumbs through the book and shakes his head. "This isn't good. Not good at all. Many pages are missing and torn, as if gnawed at by some beast. See the teeth marks on this page? Perhaps this was done by a wolf?"
"I was not aware that wolves ate books," I tell him. "I'll be careful next time I visit the library."
"If you could, please slay a few of the wolves east of here and see if they have any of the missing pages?"
"I seem to be missing about three pages."
"The wolves just happened to eat the most important three pages in this assassin diary? And you want me to go and recover them?"
They might not have eaten them," Wilimar says defensively. "Maybe they... took the pages... to, uh...," he trails off.
"For what? To line their dens?" I snort.
"Oh! Good one!" he says. "Yes! I'll bet they took them to line their dens."
I'd put up more of a fuss, but as nuts as this job is I'm really just glad I'm not going to smell like swamp water at the end.
Well, perhaps I spoke too soon. Now that I'm out and fighting the wolves I realize that I'm here to "recover" pieces of paper. These wolves aren't carrying around clipboards for holding all of the crazed assassin diaries they find. They ate them. Which means I need to go in and get them. I'm not sure how much value there is in a lump of chewed, partially digested pages from a madman's diary, but-
Uh. Pardon me for a second...
Where was I? Oh, right. The quest. Well, I have three "pages." Which are actually three wads of ink-stained tree pulp and bile. But if Wilimar wants to pay me 90 coppers for these than that's his problem. This is still better than working in the swamp.
Hey. Blue. Purple. Green. We're just a couple of Hobbits short of being able to make our own Power Rangers team. Either of you two know someone in yellow or red that could join us?