We returned to town to find that the fool of a mayor had sent ten of his men, which constituted fully half of the remaining town guard, to investigate the mines. I told him he should bother to train his men, though, I suppose fortunately, he did not hear me.
The Tracker suggested to the mayor that he might enlist the help of the barbarian camp. They mayor thought this a good idea, and told the priest to go there, and offer what I've come to recognize as quite a generous payment in gold for their services. They others left, while I stayed behind. An Arcanist can not afford to spend overly much time on errands, when there are spells to study. Instead, I borrowed the spellbook from the town priest, and have been studying it for some time. I took only a brief moment out of my time to write this entry.
I must now go to the mayor. The stable boy was throwing rocks at my window, and he asked me to come. Although I would prefer to study this new spell, those in power must be given obedience. To do otherwise is to neglect the laws of survival.