As you may know, the Tribe's efforts have been focused on the MM Candy Council and dealing with Clayet and his filthy swamp-criminals on Roanoke. This recent redirection of our attention caught the eye of the longtime fugitive, Karl-Evert Torstensson, who used this opportunity to continue plotting against the fine citizens of Plymouth. The winds whispered with hints of deceit and it was only a matter of time before the financier of the rebellion would once again unleash havoc upon the world. As the Treaty Payers yearned for justice and as the wind carried their cries across the land, there was a brave to hear their call...
Upon arriving to the fugitive's lair I found it barren and void of any signs of life. I quickly surveyed the property and as I approached the house for further inspection the masked man stepped outside to confront me. A brief scuffle ensued and once again the blood of a criminal stained the ground. And so it was, that with a few brief words, Karl-Evert was put to death.
