Day 6
They're still watching me, I'm sure of it. I was walking the streets of Saint Roche today, not far from my guest-house, and there was a strange juggler. The items he was juggling seemed to change, but I never saw him switch one for another—his hands must have been too fast. But sometimes one was a dagger, and sometimes there was a manacle, or a large iron key.
A threat, surely. The authorities are telling me that they know I'm still planning my map, and signaling that they intend to arrest me, or worse.
I briefly wondered what the other people watching the juggler were seeing in his hands. Foolishness, of course. They had to be seeing the same items. It was trickery.
But I'd prefer not to see him again.