I made way to the local tavern run by the drow Touris to see if he knew of any work I could do. While I was there three men walked into the tavern, also inquiring about work. A gnome, a man made of rock, and a tiefling from the wood... a very peculiar lot I must add, but it seemed our current goals aligned so we decided to work together for the time being. The man made of rock, Ragnos, had business with a merchant named Dorgo, whom Touris had explained to me that he was looking to hire security for his caravan, so we set out to meet with him.
Ragnos speaks very calmly for someone who looks like he has seen battle before. He could very well be a nice ally to have if and when the cultists show up for me. As for his traveling companions, the gnome Boddington seemed to have some dealings in magic and wizardry... I don't trust him. The tiefling's parents gave him an unfortunate name, naming him after a devil whose name I wish not to write down. I am sure he means well though. When I saw the wood elf, Lendeer, I felt nothing for my lesser kin at first. For in the past they had always treated me with such disrespect. I was hasty to make that judgement for he was a kind, soft spoken, and a respectful man of faith.
After speaking with Dorgo, it was apparent we needed weapons to escort his caravan. I told them of the old adventurer who helped me and suggested he may be able to help or at least guide us in the right direction. When we arrived his home was broken into, his body lifeless laid out on the floor in a pool of crimson. I could feel rage building up inside of my chest. The gnome searched the house, describing the events that had unfolded here in detail. It was either the truth, or wizardry fabrications. Lendeer aided me in moving the body to the bed and performed a burial rite for him.
In the winter, it is all about survival, so we gathered up whatever gear we could find from the old adventurer. Looking out the window I noticed two men approaching and waved out to them for help. As they fled, my instincts kicked in and I knew they must have come back to finish clearing out the house. Bolting out the door after them, my new companions followed until their trail led us to an old dilapidated house in the poor district. We could hear angry though nervous voices coming from within, waiting with arms ready to strike us down. Ragnos busted down the back door as I kicked in the front door.
We had found the killers and I seek answers.