As we made our way toward Tamia, we came across a lone traveler, resting under a tree. When I approached the bastard, he revealed his weapon and attacked us, aided by unseen allies that had surrounded us.
A short battle ensued, with us coming out on top. The skills the little dragon had taught me proved very beneficial, but I still feel like I could improve more.
And I must remind myself to be careful when striking the horned one, he is able to counterattack with hellish fire.
During the battle, the duergar had stepped in to block a strike aimed at me. I felt shame in that moment, but I also recognized something. This duergar must truly have been a student of the Master. Perhaps there is more to him than I was lead to believe. I must thank him for protecting me, as, even though he is a duergar, my honor would not let me ignore that.
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With the bandit plans thoroughly thwarted, we were discussing our next step. When suddenly, a bolt of lightning cracked down from the heavens and nearly burned my beard clean off. Luckily the little dragon splashed the contents of his waterskin on me to quickly douse the flame.
But why was I struck? While it pains me to admit it, natural lighting would've struck one of the taller party members. And it probably would've done a lot more damage. Were we being followed by a spellcaster? Looking about the open plains around us, there was no one to be seen. My mind went over all the possibilities. Why me specifically?
I was the one carrying the Eye.
As that thought crossed my mind, I immediately checked my pouch. The Eye was fine. But that also raised more questions.
To be safe, I handed the Eye over to the child. If the lighting came from some source of evil, a cleric would probably be a lot more resilient than me.
And if the lightning came from one of the gods, well, the child always claimed to have one on his side.