I was awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of screams and clamor. I readied my shield, but by the time I had removed myself from the tent my companions had already dispatched the threat. A large insect had been attempting to eat the lumber being transported by a family traveling with the caravan. It sounded as though the insect had a partner, but it must have stolen itself away before it was slain. Upon closer inspection, the creature bore a resemblance to a mantis, with some sort of digestive acid, which likely aids it in the breaking down of dense wood or bone. A curious specimen indeed, though it quickly dissolved within its own digestive enzymes upon its death, preventing further investigation.
When daylight had finally come and all were starting to awaken for the morning, Miss Avalissa stole me away in a contrivance and hid us with an illusion so that I could make my morning preparations. It was a surprising, but most welcome act of solidarity. My companions and I were invited to join a merchant for breakfast, apparently having piqued his interest. I graciously accepted the meal and maintained my silence as our host spoke with Priestess Sophia. He seemed quite interested in us, as well as in Miss Avalissa. Once we had finished our meal and returned to our wagon, it seemed as though a number of my companions found his actions suspicious. Perhaps I am more naive than I gave myself credit for, for I detected nothing terribly amiss from the interaction.
Not long afterwards, the caravan was making preparations to make for the road again. A distant thunder rolled across the plains, heralding the coming of rain. Surely enough, we were soon met with a downpour. I remained in the wagon and watched as Priestess Sophia set about the ritual to summon her familiar, which had apparently expired in the previous night’s battle. My interest seemed to confuse her somewhat, but I simply wished to observe the casting for academic reasons.
I spent a large portion of the day quietly meditating while enjoying the sound of the rain pounding on the covering of our wagon. When at last night had fallen, the rain had yet to cease. We had little choice but to sleep within the wagon. Our company had two wagons, as we must accommodate Priestess Sophia’s followers as well as our companions. Even so, I remained in the main wagon, despite the cramped quarters. If I must be crowded in my sleep, I would rather be crowded by people I have already established some semblance of trust with.