Brewing Stormclouds

Last night Dr. Mason/Bloodwing (I really must remember to clarify that point with him, but I digress) held a social at the Bloodwing Foundation to celebrate his good fortune in being able to secure a plot of land in Regency for a hospital. Her Grace, the Duchess of Carntaigh provided the music to which the revellers danced and I made the cake, as per Dr. Mason's request. It was a lovely evening, except for one incident....the thought of which causes my stomach to tighten.

As my beloved and I sat and watched those who wanted to dance, a man walked into the room. Not just any man, but *the* man....the one whom Sheriff Ortega had told us about a week ago as we sat in the Saloon, passing away the evening hours. Mr. Jobias Barthlemess nonchalantly walked into the room, his steely gaze surveying the entire scene with shrewdness. He asked rather obtuse and vague questions and gave equally vague answers to any questions we asked of him. He was not there to celebrate with Dr. Mason, he was there with intentions....dark intentions.

He enquired to the whereabouts of our good Sheriff, who had stepped out of town for awhile, more to his good fortune. Mr. Purdie Uggla, the sheriff's cousin was there, but he did not reveal anything more than the bare minimum. I am embarrased to admit the strain of his presence and the closeness of the room caused me to faint and when I came to (thanks to dear Edward deftly loosening my stays and Miss Gustafson passing me some smelling salts), Mr. Barthlemess had departed.

This is a very dark and ominious presence in Steelhead. When the Sheriff spoke of him (and I encourage you to see his journal if you're unsure of the details) I saw raw, unguarded fear in his eyes....this from the man who has faced down giant chickens, steam elephants, robbers of turkey virtue and Keenly Valiant without batting an eyelash and looking quite bored too. If Sheriff Ortega fears this man to the core of his being, he must be true evil indeed. I am glad that Edward and I need to return to Caledon to prepare for the Induction Ball, although I fear for my friends and neighbours who are unable to flee. I pray that he will be able to thwart Mr. Barthlemess's plans and remain safe and unharmed.