What could this wizard want?

It has been two days since the Baron’s daughter has reported her Medieval necklace as missing. Now don’t me wrong: I know how nobles are when it comes to expensive things. I also know how a spoiled noble’s daughter might whine and fuss about how her precious piece of jewelry is gone. But, her father is a Baron; why doesn’t he just buy her a new one?

Because of all this, I’ve actually been reassigned to a special task force specifically designed to locate this missing locket. Imagine that: Her Majesty’s royal guard is spending his time walking through the confines of the castle looking for this trinket all to satiate a noble brat.

There are five of us in this task force:  Josephus, a championship archer, Celebryn, a Chaplin who is using his commune with the divine to attempt to locate the necklace, Baltus, a master swordsman, Grantiere, our company leader, and myself. I am unsure as to why this eclectic grouping of warriors is needed to find a simple piece of jewelry, but I simply do as I’m told.

As I write this, I notice that our garrison is being approached by an elderly man wearing what appears to be a wizard’s cloak. This can’t be good.