Strange Companions, Stranger Events

Those I travel with are a strange lot. And the events of our journey even stranger. A simple death is complicated beyond imagining, created by a strange device, wielded by a creature unlike any I've encountered that walked in the skin of a hatchling. I will not soon forget the thing's head turning the way that it did.
 
Some of these softskins are...perplexingly persistent in their friendliness. The one called Farin in particular. I have promised to create them jewelry.
 
It might become easy to forget my goals if I become too enmeshed in their "newspaper" business. All this journeying and I am no closer to Pik'ik'it. I fear I will forget myself if I spend too much time without my clutch.