Session 2

That is what I thought the future held for me, but life is not always predictable. A dream? A grim premonition? I don't know what I would call it or even how to begin to explain what I saw. A figure clad in a black robe sat across from me as we shared a cup of tea. He felt familiar yet so foreign, like a friend I had forgotten. It felt as if he was withholding something from me. In our brief talk, he said, "The end is near, but do not fear; life and death are two sides of the same coin," a mantra that feels directed at me. The feeling of this past as I was awoken by a knock down the hallway Still reeling from this experience, I lay there for awhile to process what I had seen and heard. The words kept pulling at me, but it was time for breakfast… During this time, a man in a desperate hurry for hired help to reappropriate some stuff from a cousin or brother wasn't paying much attention to the details of why; what sold me was a large pay just to steal some potions. After some scouting and further talking with our new employer, me and my new-found vehicles for cash, and the nice bard, I think that's what he was. We set off at the cover of night to the place. The bard was convinced that so-called demons were loose in the city before we arrived, but what I thought was a poor joke turned out to be very real, though the danger was minimal compared to the depravity engaged in by the potion store owner. Such barbarism was only engaged in by occultists of old, all in order to, amusingly… make better potions. Such a perfect short cut for a simpleton like him. May his soul suffer for his shortsightedness and idiocy, more useful in death than in life… in life than in death… hmmm… In any case, the job was done and the money was paid, along with a nice bonus for my expediency. I am glad my recklessness paid off, but the job demanded expediency, and I delivered. Despite my brief encounter with unconsciousness along with the elf and the half-dwarf lunatic, the elf seems to be good with a bow—what a novel concept! The sticky-fingered gnome fellow seems to be in the service of some patron, as the magic he uses is of an older, more eldritch kind. I am still unsure of the small, quiet one; he seems to be rather dull and worse at conversation than I am, haha!