**Log Entry 52:** Just received new directives from Overseer Kuda for those of us left over on Sebb's team. Trading one taskmaster for another. We came on this expedition because we believed in Vloxx's vision, and now that the principal biomancer has up and died, it's only a matter of time before we end up as redundancies for the overseer to exploit. I'd raise my concerns with the director himself, but I doubt he has time to address the worries of a small krewe supervisor about leadership changes. Webbi's considering my idea to jump ship, surrendering to the alliance expedition, but she's hesitant. She has it in her head that this post is precious to me. And, yeah, it was a big deal, but it's still not worth either of our lives. **Log Entry 53:** <**encrypted**> **Log Entry 54:** <**encrypted**> **Log Entry 55:** A fresh development! One of the alliance expeditioners wants a meeting for an information exchange. I'm coordinating the meet-up via some freebooter middleman (charr?) and it's sounding more legit. This could be how we get ourselves out and maybe even bargain for something that won't land us in some alliance jail, or whatever passes for one out here. **Log Entry 56:** Webbi's been on edge all morning, pacing the confines of our lab. Our rendezvous with the contact is today. If we play our cards right, we'll be out from under Kuda's thumb by the time the sun sets on the weald.