Can one be truly trapped in paradise? I once believe this to be a foolish thought propagated by melancholy souls, until I was confronted by a bloody corpse within the walls of Mayor Ghastkill’s estate and with Edward galavanting around the halls of the manor I was without protection making this event that much more frightening but if that was not strange enough a halfling maid bursted into our apartment handing a ring to Erasmus. She told us to tell no one of her actions just before Ghastkill and his guards entered the room to inform us that the dead man was an actor who closely resembled Edward. Luckily I was able to keep one of the guards by my side for protection and though Erasmus and I were too shaken to bathe we managed to find great delight in assembling our costumes for the masquerade that we shall attend after our tour of the manor. Edward is missing all the fun Ghastkill’s estate has to offer but a hardened warrior such as Edward would never participate in such a silly soiree. I myself intend to indulge in all the delights this paradise provides even if it kills me.