There’s to be a party of some sort. I’ve been waiting for this. Needing some downtime to myself. We met an old woman selling books in this town. I don’t remember its name. Or the woman’s name. Half of the party went to look for Grimaldus’ contact in town, while I remained with the women who stopped at the book seller. The gnome returned as well, but paid me little attention. All the same to me.
Grimaldus worked out the details for some party he calls a Halfa. Apparently there’s drinking, fighting, and sex. I couldn’t be more excited for this. Idly, I wonder how many of the women in our party have actually had sex. They seem to react to the mention of sex in any form with disdain, and being virgins is the only reason I can think of. That’s their choice, of course, but it’s literally one of the most basest instincts humans have. ..I guess it does say something that Inira is actually the only human among the women, and has a differing view from the others.
Some priests crossed our paths in the street, and Grimaldus challenged the head priest among them to a “debate” upon religion at the base of the Tower here in town. We let them go to continue our preparations for the hafla.
There was a lot of drinking. The merchant’s wine was good. No one could drink against me, though the little gnome tried, Meriwald wanted to but was stopped by Inara, and oddly the wine merchant himself gave me a run for my money, 5 people, and he still nearly died if not for Grimaldus interferring. The priests came out as expected, and I quickly jumped into the brawl. No weapons. No armor. Just a fair man-to-man fist fight. Someone tried to cast some spells at us, but was stopped by Inara and Inira. I tried to pursue, but they were on a disc that allowed them to fly, so they kept out of range. However, as they attempted to escape Secilia’s summon managed to kill them. Having noticed they possessed an extra eye, I followed the trail of the body, and ripped the mummified appendage from their body.
While excited of my victory, and the fact that I don’t have to go track down every person in this town for the person who had it, my celebration will have to wait. A roar is signalling the arrival of the Hydra we’d also been tracking. The next item on my list is delivering itself right to me.
This might be better than missing the orgy, even.