Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 181==

So the first thing to do in my investigation was to see who was selling the pens in the first place.  Well, there were three merchants in town.  Upon questioning them and then questioning them harder, there's a small cottage industry on the edge of town that makes them: a group of dwarves.  So I paid them a visit.  Of course it's never that easy.  The dwarves were only paid to make the pieces and assemble the finished product, they didn't even make the ink, that was outsourced to an alchemist in Rosenbridge who sends shipments every week.  So who is paying the dwarves?  Well, the dwarves were being paid by a merchant guild dispensator.  It wasn't some rival artificer.  It's the merchant guild, who have their hands in every merchant along the trade circuit.  I questioned a few of the higher ups in the organization that I could get access to, and they only knew that it came from on high.  I'm also seeing that this guild is more like the Mafia.  Great.  Just fucking great.