Session 9a - What Lady Jaranta Winterule said
I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting visitors today. I’d given up hope of finding anybody to help me find out the cause of my father’s death. I will pay you handsomely for information. My father, Lord Reder Winterule, was a driven man. He’d made his gold as a ship builder after the War and then spent a few years traveling. That led to an interest in strange cults. He was bent on battling something, but he wouldn’t tell us what it was. My mother and I watched him get ever more distant, travel ever more often, until he spent almost all of 1555 away from home. On the trail of some ‘awful evil,’ as he called it. When my father wasn’t traveling, he was having meetings with people who weren’t in the ship trade. Other people with interests in these awful cults, I think. My mother didn’t like them. This was when mother started drinking. Something happened in August of 1555. Something that sent him back to us rattled and unraveling. He didn’t have any more meetings after that. He stopped tr...