Underway

Meeting the dwarves was not all that bad. The Prince, was tolerating of our presence, if not accepting. Ive noticed my senses seem, dialed up. I am noticing things of subtlety that I do not believe I would have noticed before. However long I spend underground has changed me more then just in the ways of death.
 
The Prince shared of story of his peoples growth, ego, obstinance and loss. Their numbers are less then 100 now. Instead of being strong enough to venture underground, they barely have enough to defend where they are. He laughs at the thought of sending others below. It's a laugh of damage, a laugh of fear. Not the laugh of courage, but of courage lost.
 
The Prince was not going to get in the way of Gotreks quest, but he was still leery of the rest of us. To complicate matters further. Aldred was here pontificating about his quest to reclaim a sword. This guys zealotry stinks like the dwarves beards after a banquet. The Prince again, would not stand in Aldred's way, but laughed, loudly, at his request to help. Aldred told us earlier about the prophecy of dwarves helping him. I was hoping we would not team up with him and "complete " his prophecy.
 
After all the discussion, Sornafein, Gold and I discussed the strength in numbers concept. I was not for it. Sornafein spoke of a liturgy. "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer". Gold seemed to like the idea. I warned that Gold would be playing into the prophecy concept, emboldening Aldred. When Gold made the offer, that is exactly what happened.
 
Sornafein remarked my wisdom was clear. I had to wonder who the real enemies were. Aldred and his team, or Gotrek and Fenix. I am going to have to focus my healing on the party if we are to survive. Both pairs of leadership are so blinded by their quests, we arem't even considered valuable resources.
 
The Prince allowed us to spend 1 night. We spent it under guard, understandably. I spent most the night with the guard keeping him company. Seemed like a kindly dwarf. Madga, the High Priestess met with us to give us more information. The underground is fraught with chaos creatures. New hallways, fallen construction, undead.
 
She seems kindly enough, that I summoned the courage to speak with her privately. Taking my hood down, I wondered if we had even met. She has no memory of me. The disappointment must have been visible, I could see it in her eyes. I still have no clue who I am.
 
In the morning, Magda prayed with us and granted us a boon for the trip. Mazira says she was raised by humans, but her actions were rude and disrespectful, like an orc. I was so embarrassed. The party continues to ostracize me. I cannot help what I am. I didnt ask for this. They are making it very hard to want to heal them. I may change my order of priority at the least.
 
We ventured underground as a group. I'm watching the Leaders dynamics closely. There is no light. Im having difficulty seeing anything. I helped myself to a lighted crystal out of need. I shall return it when we leave. The others on the other hand have more light fingered ideas. Stealing from the benefactors shows such disrespect.
 
Just before our first night of camping, we encountered a wailing spirit. Apparently, the screeching was in dwarven. I wish I had the magics to free them. I somehow feel this adventure is going to challenge my soul more then my muscle......