Do you ever get that strange feeling where you hear the bells of the clock towers in Protector's Enclave showing that it's only might night while you could have sworn you've already had a full night? I suddenly have that, but at an intense level. Like, I'm afraid the others will catch me misremembering something from just earlier today. I guess it might be knowing how many months have passed in our own world while we're here that's getting to me. Or maybe it's because we all took the time to talk through our plans again.
Our plans for the evening changed from B&E to surveillance of Cedery's house. Instead, the others also want to get into the man's good graces by doing a job for him. I know I was open to doing that job, but the very idea of aiding someone that sure of his privilege hurts a bit. I don't know if he's actually the sort of person Vesper believes him to be, but I am more than willing to listen to her. Most would have claimed I was unreasonable in the same way as her when I insisted the Temple of the Harvest and the Silent House were the ones harming people. Once Cetery's time has come, I wouldn't be saddened by seeing his soul move on.
In any case, the potential job for the archmage would include having a diamond pass through the digestive system of an adult green dragon. My suggestion was to feed the jewel to a cow and inject the creature with laxatives, let the dragon eat it and then we could collect the tressure. This might work if such things have any effect on green dragons. Meaning I have no idea. I do feel somewhat bad for the pain we will have to put our bait through, but a merciful death is clearly not its fate.
We need some supplies in either case. For instance, it would be of great benefit if we could get hold of something to let us contact each other at a distance. Even something relatively short range would be extremely helpful in many different situations. Thus, that's where we're headed next, after which Dworik is going to seek out some shadier people for contacts. He knows how to move even in the circles I otherwise feel at home in. I might be able to seek out Neverwinter's criminal underworld while avoiding the wererats, but he picked up on the signals in a foreign city in a foreign world. I'm not sure if I should be grateful or envious, but I'll try to focus on the first. I'll try to not mess up too much as back-up to him.
I hope we can manage not to be a complete mess by dinner.