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Softbound Journal #1, page 9 of 25
Nearly done with this hat. More time to log recent events tonight.
Rough morning. Maybe an easy night now if my theory is right?
Eethyl was different at first. He was quieter. Said he found her things, not her. Couldn't fight and win and question. When Raiya was first taken we tried to fight and nearly lost our lives. Might ask Sefilwyn to pray that Damaia doesn't suffer a similar fate. As for Fortune, he spoke of Selune. Would a follower of the moon want prayers to the morning? Too much going on to start contemplating the gods. Still....may Chauntea bless us all.
Yesterday was rough too. Keth checked in on me last night. Have I ever checked in on him? Not the first time he's done so. It's a comfort to have someone looking out like that...but...I've gotta be tougher. Once we stop with this subterranean nonsense I know I can keep it together. We're only a few miles from the burrow. Tomorrow, after tomorrow I'll stay in the sun and be able to grow and thrive and then our group leader won't have to stoop to the role of nursemaid. Toughen up Flicker.
There was an owl bear in the wood this morning. The gnome kept suggesting I scare it off. Wolfie wanted to kill it. I don't think I'm going to get my point through to either of them. To be fair, I haven't really tried, but would it make a difference? It wouldn't have been right. To kill something that can be avoided? Something that has just as much right to exist as we do. Leaving out of respect, not fear, isn't a weakness. Choosing to run instead of fight isn't always cowardly, sometimes it's strategic. Well...cow pies. If I run into Tibor again I might have to apologize. More soap.
The Centaur showed up again. I never asked anyone to help me braid my hair. I looked messy again. Not that it matters if I look messy around him. Around anyone. Around. At all. It's fine. I'm fine. Okay! I'm okay, not fine. No, well, fine but fine like okay not like fine like -
B r e a t h e.
Anyway -
Sef got rid lf him for us. For us? For her? For me? She has a way about her, Sefilwyn. Maybe it's because of all she's gone through. Maybe it's her age. Don't think about the whys now. The what of the matter is she's good to have around. I hope she likes my weaving.
As annoying as Eethyl managed to be, I'm glad his chatter picked up. I'm not worried about him if he's talkative. Or. No. Worried? Am I ever worried about him? Phlox. When did that happen?
X a n t h didn't come alone. He brought someone to us. She's small. An elf. Amarille I think she said. A lot of pieces are missing from her story. But she says she's from the south, below Baldur's gate. Maybe she has news from the Greenfields. Or maybe she's stayed along the shoreline. It'd be good to find out. And she's careful with her words. If she were trying to deceive us she'd be playing a friendlier part. Cozying up and appealing to the gnome's prying prattle. She listens more than she speaks. It feels natural to give her respect. Curious. I'll keep an eye on her for now. If we get that supposed dragon-slaying sword and she doesn't try anything funny, that'll be enough. Like Keth said, we need the help.
Almost time for his shift. Quiet night after all.