[Journal is covered in dried blood, only some of the latest entries are legible]
I don’t believe in coincidences. Believing in coincidences is a privilege the officer commanding the Imperial Embassy’s defense brigade cannot afford.
The caravan transporting wine purchased for the imperial court was attacked and robbed within the borders of the duchy. The barrels of wine themselves are extremely valuable, yet traveling with the caravan was the undersecretary responsible for returning the embassy’s unused operation wherewithal. In other words, florens allotted to spread goodwill will not return to the empire’s coffers – for they are now in the hands of bandits. How could I have allowed such an important transport to have gone out without appropriate security measures?! This will not go over well in the capital...
To top it all, those impertinent provincials from the Ducal Guard had the audacity to impute one of the embassy’s employees must have informed the bandits of the caravan’s itinerary and route. I’d sooner suspect it’s someone from the Guard. Though, perhaps not. Those idiots have trouble finding their own arses, even with the help of a detailed map. The solution is clear – I shall personally see to escorting the next caravan safely beyond Toussaint’s borders… [rest illegible]