New Friends!

I have to admit, when I arrived in the town of Midatona I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I have never been this far from home before and I would be lying if I said I was totally confident about my journey. As I wandered around the town I stumbled onto some sort of recruiter for a local militia organization. Something about Hammers... I do not really get it, but they lured me in with promise of payment and of some free food. It is hard to say no to that. I was joined in my recruitment by a rather surly looking half-orc who did not offer a name or an introduction. But, even poor company is still company. So, he and I made our way to the barracks to grab a bunk for the night. Not long after, another fellow came in. This one was small. Thin. I decided it would be amusing to give the little man a scare. So, putting on my most intimidating gruff voice, I threatened him with my sword (the one the nice merchant sailor had given me as payment), but seeing the man reacting to me with such fear... it made me rethink my approach. So I quickly laughed it off as a joke and met both his and the half-orc's aquaintence. The half-elf man, named Soran, was there on some kind of scientific journey... boring to me, but good for him! And our nearly mute half-orc companion, named Tarak, seemed to be best with keeping to himself.
 
We grabbed a very light dinner in the militia mess hall, before turning in for a night's rest. 5am the next morning saw us setting out on our mission. We had to escort some much needed supplies to a nearby settlement, a place called Fort Rawing. The journey itself was mostly uneventful, though I did get to see a very moving statue that reminded me of why I am here doing what I do. I must never lose sight of that.
 
Upon our safe arrival at Fort Rawing, we were basically hailed as heroes in the town's canteen. The staff treated us to piles and piles of delicious home cooked meats and stews and breads and various other savory delectable treats. But YBENA MAT', this small dwarf man had this homebrewed stout that was potent enough to knock even a man of my stature for a loop. After being escorted out by my new friend Tarak, we were told of a secret mission we would be undertaking that very evening. So, with a mere 4 hours to sober up (read: sleep it off), we assembled at midnight and rode off. The journey was not too bad, but definitely not without it's dangers. We barely managed to avoid a scuffle with some brigands, only to have to deal with a pack of little dinosaurs and a couple of hired assassins. Luckily, our strength prevailed and after I personally cut one of the raptors in half, and used my fire breath to immolate one of the assassins, everything was fine. We made it safely back to Midatona and the Hammer people were kind enough to pay us a whole 45 gold each! I had never seen such wealth! I quickly paid off a loan to Tarak (long story short, he paid for some wood for me), and we were treated to a nice room at a local inn. I think tonight we shall enjoy more drinks and then who knows that tomorrow will be bringing for us.