The morning could start no other way than my ire directed towards Craea and Iceworn after the events of the night before. It was supposed to be a simple trip to the castle to present a story to the lord but they had figured out a way to muck something that simple up. Once again we had a target on our head that I would have to a deal with in some form. I had hoped the day would get better from there and I would soon see my prayers answered.
The fighting of dinosaurs outside the gate drew us, letting us find a man that didn’t fit in. After solving the issues outside the gate, we found the man to be the answering of my prayers and the letter that Syndra and I had sent. The man behind the illusion was the vampire headmaster of the Starlit Tower himself. While his coming was an answer to my prayers, it also made me worry that our predicament was worse than we had originally expected.
I wasn’t sure what made the day worse after seeing Cross. Whether it was the people of the town that looked at us in awe or in fear for the things Narinn and Iceworn had done earlier in the day or if it was the half baked plan that spawned from the musings of an Otterfolk, a Dragonborn, a Genasi, and a Warforged. That was how I had found myself tied to the belly of my extremely fluffy dire wolf. Yldris cared little, this outing meant he could run and play like we used to at home. The small pep in his step as he took his place in the spotlight as Zalkin began storytelling made me very happy.
As the night wore on, the plan became more and more by the grace of whatever gods that the rest of my party prayed to. The will of a paladin was not enough to keep things from going south. More answers will come tomorrow when I have a chance to write again but for now, these are nothing more than quick scribbles as we wait from the rogue to do what rogues do. Gods help us if Cross can’t save her if she falls into a mess.