I don't think we were followed. They would have approached us and tried to kill us in the streets again if we were followed, right? This farm is small. Quaint. I like it. Reminds me of home. Not home from before, but home from after.
Qelline is too open. Shares her property, her mind, her knowledge; doesn't even ask for a deal. Had to bring up payment. I hope this place is safe enough that it doesn't get her in trouble. Reidoth will be a name to remember. I've not been introduced to another druid by name since I became one. Maybe a turning point for me and my path. Maybe things are going my way?
My way my left foot! Spineless villains setting fire mid-night! Won't have a town to take over if this draws a dragon, the pea brained dog fish!
Red on the road. Go. Keep helping. Hide. Breathe.
Keth always puts himself at the front first. He'll be captured next.
You're a rogue, Wolf, hide!
If I had a silence spell I'd use up all of my abilities on these two. Always oversharing. Always giving stories without receiving and confirming. Every approach, just spill your life story why don't you. Just don't mention me. You don't know me. They don't know me. Hide.
Guys, stop talking! Ah toadstools, so much for hide.
Why do they already know? How could they tell? Where are they from? The whole town is at the inn. We could blend in an disappear. Toblen will know. Toblen can be trusted. Good plan. Stick to the plan.
What was that look between Mrs. Alderleaf and Carp?
Focus.
They're splitting up? Maybe they have companions at their camp and the little one is going to alert them. We can't be out in the open. Hurry up to the inn. Will Trilena need help cleaning up the blood?
She doesn't seem nervous. Calls herself Damaia? What was that about her father? Don't act friendly. It's a trap. Watch the doors. Wait for Toblen's confirmation.
Shoot...they're okay. They could actually help us. Will they even want to after our hesitancy? It was good to be hesitant. But how to make up? A Gift? People like gifts. I have soap. My name? That's more valuable. I trust the little one less. Soap for him. Sorry soap. Ooo could I sell that?
Eethyl is okay. The meat was needed for the others. I want the recipe for the sweet ball. Perhaps wrapped in cheese cloth for storage?
Sleep...it never feels like enough sleep. Maybe if I start greeting the sun and meditating first thing I'll start feeling more refreshed. Is there time for that? Is it safe for that? Some druid I'm turning out to be.
Are we liabilities because we need this light? We're targets. Doesn't feel safe. Stick together. Watch out for that creature. Don't jam the hallways. Be quick. Be quiet. Be safe.
Every time! Every time we have a plan and talk and wait and discuss and agree, we do something dumb. If that rock wakes something up...Don't kill Keth. He's a good leader.
Red cloaks? Hide! Rat? Mouse? Spider! Small, unnoticed, ignored, stay back, go forward, escape.
There's more in this room. I have to help. They'll see me. I have to help!
I didn't do much. Where's Keth? What's that? Oh poor thing, he must be scared. Lashing out like this, I bet some fresh air will clear his mind and cleanse his tongue. Gotcha! Hush now new friend. I'll let you go when we're outside. You'll be happier outside.
What's Wolfie doing over there? That looks heavy.
Damaia looks bloody. Her blood? No. Gross.
Eethyl looks hurt. He should stay back. We should go back.
I wish I were outside.