Airtravel is still new and I really don't know what to expect from it still. The bird shit seems reasonable, and I'm just happy it didn't hit me. Lavia suddenly being pulled into her lyre was something of a shock. It's been almost a week and I was really hoping I'd have her around. But that led to the first unexpected event, rushing after the lyre to save her from falling to the ground. Which, with Elly's help went well. Back to regular flight on our large friend.
Regular flight? No, scratch that. Here's what I really didn't expect: flying gnome. A very interesting older gnome woman had strapped herself to some wings and some sort of fire-throwing machine, and she was propelled through the air will little control and less chance of a safe landing. If her finding us at a random point in the air isn't a sign that was fated to do more, I don't know what would be. We managed to help her land and she introduced herself as Goddika Deentickatick and asked for a ride home.
This might be a good time to mention my conversations with the kind creature we're riding on the back of. We've been trying to come up with various names. The only thing we have to go on is the mental image of a large lightning bolt against a dark, stormy, sky. At the moment Lightning Black, Dark Lightning, or just Lightning, are the words we've used. The manta didn't like our other, a bit silly, name from what I can tell. But it seems happy to travel with us and left us to explore Gandarticka's home village while it went away to eat for a bit.
The village was the kind of small podunk town that I feel is there in spite of itself. People moved there, forgot to leave, and just made a life for themselves. Nothing wrong with that. I mean, the ale is nice and all. I might prefer some wine and the smell of the Neverwinter River in the distance, but the people here are friendly. Which is interesting considering several of them are gnolls. I wonder if they feel the urge for violence in their blood or if it's just something they are taught in the worship of their god? Having met their leader, Voukaar, I suspect it's a bit of both. There is the animal instinct to devour the meat he was eating. Maybe it feels a bit like when my hellish side wants me to take away someone's will? But then, his manners were better than any of the others I saw in the establishment. He clearly wants to show others that he's civilized. He has probably spent a lot of energy practising looking in a way others will find less intimidating. Good for him.
The gnolls of the village have founded "dog patrols," their name, not mine, that scout the surrounding area. One of them had set out to explore the cave of a long since dead black dragon, but they were late in returning and the village. We were asked if we could figure it out by any chance, but that leads to concerns. Dworik seems extra worried about possible attention from Westruun after when we broke Lightning free. I'm not sure if it's because he dealt the killing blow to the guard, a general healthy lack of trust, or an eagerness to move on. I guess I'm more used to having relied on trickery to get out of situations and have never been good at running. Streets can be slippery and it's not fair when people have torches when I try to be stealthy.
Oh, and there was the... awkward thing. Dworik wanted to talk to me alone and hinted to follow and then left the alehouse to relieve himself. Of course, Ellywick had to make some sort of joke about that I would join him for implied sexual reasons. It's one of those times when there is no good option. I had to leave, but if I did it seemed like Ellywick was actually telling the truth. So I just got up and left. And before going back in, I told Dworik to look a bit happy and relaxed. I followed, "discreetly" pretending to wipe something from my lips. Dworik didn't have to deal with any suspicion and the others got their laugh.
We did manage to talk, all of us, eventually. this included a chance to talk with Lightning. We'll fly to the cave immediately and stay there overnight, being picked up the next morning to continue our travels. If we can solve anything at that time, that's great. If we can't, we've tried. Regardless, we'll not be returning. And we've tried to give the people here a good impression, including Dworik being as charming as possible as well as bribing with beer. Hopefully, if someone arrives and say nasty things, they'll conveniently have trouble remembering where we said we were going.
As we're flying towards that cave, I'm gently strumming the strings, trying to come up with a melody for telling Lavia about events in case she'll be trapped long.