The first six weeks of travel had been a tiring treck through the thin air of the high passes. Towering mountain roads gave some truly surreal views of endless precipices and some spectacular sunsets to be seen as the bird above the land. Then the fun really began rain, sleet and mud glorious mud from the moment they entered the forest and that was three weeks ago now.
Master Nethon was in a good mood, despite the complaints of his aging bones, this was were he belonged a full caravan and some interesting company. Interesting, was that the right word for the current lot he’d taken on? He wasn’t sure. Take the softly spoken Finbar Garess for example, with enough Dwarven mannerisms he’d instinctively taken to speaking to the man in the tongue without thinking. Knock off two feet and a more bloody dwarven dwarf you wouldn’t find.
Gnomes he’d learned over the years were all strange creatures but he’d come to belive there were limits to their number of individual oddities one could possess, yet here was Taur uin Taur another freak with enough oddities to set him apart from his own bizarre kind.
Catheshal, if that bloody woman tried to take his robe one more time… well there’d be stong words needed indeed, one was never too old to be put over one’s knee. Furthermore a true man of the road was ment to look rough around the edges, proud of his hard days of labours, certainly not like thoes dandies in their perfumed parlours. Yet again that bloody woman, you’d think it was Good-day festival with the some of the crew! Yes they’d have words before too long.
Harkon Pegason finally someone relatively normal, if you could ever consider a Paladin normal all those bloody vows and turns out, a ruddy Barrister to boot. All those questions, did I have a licence for the carriage of lethal equipment, was the sige equipment stored within Cardinal Standard, Abadar preserve us what’d I do to deserve all this. Still not a bad man to have on your side.
Finally there was more to that herbalist than met the eye what was his name Varik, the way he handles that knife of his sends chills down the old spine, no doubt about it. Need of keep a closer eye on him a reckon.