Moonlight musings

After closing the door of her room behind herself. Gwynith quickly grabs her blanket from the bed, opens the window and climbs out. She crawls up to the side of the big hearth's chimney and positions herself next to it. Enjoying some of the leftover heat in the bricks while looking up at the night sky.
 
Today has been different.
 
The day started off fairly normal. Breakfast, some shopping in preparation of moving on north and some light gambling. I lost some money to this man who had dice that always seemed to throw sevens. I snatched them and they seem to work for me too -- Not magic then-- by the time I was done playing with them he seemed to have run off. Weird. But sort of normal. No, The non-normal started later in the day.
 
After returning to the inn for a light meal before intending to head up for some final rest and packing I decided to have myself some fun. Over at one table there was this bookish brute of a man sitting across from this.. human child.. having an awkward and halting conversation about something or other.
Catching the eye of the barmaid I beckoned her to come over and persuaded her to guide some rowdier patrons over to that table and keep them well in their beers. The maid is confused by my request but doesn’t question the coin coming with it. Time for a lifeshow!
 
Shortly after the table is crowded as a massive humanoid looking turtle creature takes up two seats and two semi-drunk dwarves quickly disturb the reading and magickery the human child and half-orc were entertaining themselves with. Hah. My amusement however was cut short by one of the more observant ones of the group finding me pay a little too much attention to their situation and calling me over (Whoops).I try to make the best of it as I grab a chair and introduce myself to the group and try to make the best out of this weird situation.
 
The pleasantries are however cut short by shouts from outside of the inn. My new acquaintances and myself quickly dash outside to see a bunch of the buildings on fire, people screaming and nobody doing much of anything useful against it. Some of us dash into buildings or towards victims caught in the debris. Doing what we can to save these people Musings about how this turn of events came to be however are caught short as I spot a goblin arrow sticking out from one of the victims. Suddenly aware of a more immediate danger than the smoke and fire I send the dwarf (jakuhi?) to warn the others and draw my bow.
 
My first foray into actual combat wasn’t exactly what I expected it to be. We were set upon by these tiny goblinoids before having even time to react. I nearly dropped right then and there from the pain (The dwarf paladin luckily made short work of my wounds later thankfully). But by some stroke of luck (distracting the enemy by throwing my bow at their face. What would Arliden back at home say?) and fast reflexes. I managed to cut down the offender and follow up this grand performance by stumbling across the field bleeding out, missing throws and bow shots and watching our ragged team somehow gain the upper hand against a foe that should never have been a challenge to begin with!
 
Following this disaster of a fight we worked as a team helping out with the aftermaths of the goblin raid and the fire eventually linking up some authority figure by the name of Reseigh. The captain of the obviously absent guards of this town. He thanks us for our aid in the matter and immediately tries to recruit us for some other job he has no capability for dealing with. Though personally sceptical of the circumstances surrounding this offer the remainder of the group seem eager to make some coin. After some time revelling in our good deeds and some more alcoholic beverages for the dwarves (how… why?!) We decided to leave the final decision on the job and staying together for tomorrow. Ending our busy retiring to our rooms.
 
Done meditating on the day's events, Gwynith comes back to herself. Finding a stray cat has wormed itself onto her lap somewhere during the past few hours. Aparrantly looking for some warmth and company. Enjoying the last hours of quiet starlit darkness she scratches the cat behind the ears evoking a soft purring noise. Perhaps not being alone for a while is not the worst idea ever.