The party that has been hired to retrieve my package from up north took their own sweet time getting there. To start off, they spent a whole day in town roaming around doing aimless activities. They even meet up with one of the street children and decided to take him with them. I hope they know I'm not paying the kid. They then left mid afternoon instead of in the morning. Apparently bandits don't think people are foolish enough to travel at night and therefor the party made it to Green Field unchallenged.
On the way to Green Field the group met up with another Hinru. I need to check my books but I didn't believe Hinru could teleport. Anyway, I believe this one is a male but it's hard to tell when scrying.
In Green Field, they had a little bout with the locals and then managed to find my contact's man. I never knew there could be that many "Joe"s in one village. The contact's Joe is an interesting fellow. Very witty and doesn't know when to back down. I think he will definitely add a flare to the party if he doesn't get himself killed first. On that note, I need to tell Gaman to pick better relay men. Joe managed to lead everyone off track and to an old mansion. The mansion is quite interesting and I'll need to look into who owns it. It might make a nice county retreat.
I wonder if I will ever get my package...
- Gallian
((Since it's stream of consciousness writing, as opposed to diary entries, I'm gonna write his accent. Plus it feels more Tavis that way...))
If Ah've ever met a more frustrating, foolish, asinine man, Ah swear Ah'll eat mah kit.
Ah'm sure he's got us on a wild goose chase, foolin' aroon' in this mansion when we should jes' be findin' some package an' goin' on oor way... At least there should be some sort o' treasure, but there's no' e'en tha'. Jes' pointless traps an' empty rooms.
At least th' boy is provin' himself somewhat useful. Moreso than tha' useless waste o' flesh tha's s'posed tae be guidin' us, anyway.
Speakin' o' wastes, where did tha' other Hinru come from...? An' he jes' sat aroon, makin' kicked puppy eyes at Tyllir, ignorin' anyone else! Och, sometimes keepin' wi' a group is more trouble than it's worth...
((OOC: Because I suxx0rz, I'm copying Renn's post, modifying it only slightly for my own writing style. Oh, and, um, warnings for virgin eyes or something. Eek!))
I like cities best.
The countryside is all well and good, but nothing feels better than waking up in a real bed with the sound of people all around you... Granted, right now there's not much of anything to hear besides Renn's breathing, but that's nice too.
I've come to like waking up beside him. Or beneath him sometimes; for all that he's not so tall for a human male, he weighs a few stone more than is comfortable to have as a blanket. Warm though, that I'll give him.
I wish I could go back to sleep... Och, it's not even a decent time to be up! Morning light (or, even better, noon light) is yellow or orange, not gray! ...that could just be the quality of the windows in this place though. Ah well, back to thinking.
At least life is interesting. Strange, trying, frustrating, dangerous... But always interesting. And that's why I'm here, aye? That first adventure - stupid, but amusing. And rewarding. And thus far... well, I always did want to visit distant lands.
And at least I've got no set agenda. Tyllir's pissing in the wind if she's hoping for a quick trip back so she can finish her year. But why would she want that anyway? She seems so fascinated with everything... A year's hardly enough to take it all in. Then again, she did seem quite happy to take on this new adventure.... I don't get Hinru. I don't expect anyone else does either, including her guardian.
The ranger... Niamh. Niiiaaaamh. Didn't she used to pronounce it different? Who knows with elves. They probably change their names every century or so, just for kicks. Anyway, she's probably the least annoying of the lot, even if she was a piss-poor ranger to begin with. Mayhap she just needed to find her... her what? Ach, too early to think so much.... Mm. Hang on... Don't I remember her having a beau back in elf-country? She's been shining the tops of her boots with her tongue, looking after that half-elf boy.... Probably just as well though. The half-elf's in reach while fairy-boy is who knows how far off...
Speaking of women, Jovvi's not nearly so tetchy any longer. Almost have half-decent conversations with her if I don't think about it too much. I'm even a bit grateful to her... Without her we wouldn't be here, after all. Probably slogging along on some third-rate adventure hoping for something interesting to come along.... Yondalla forbid!
Renn's sleeping still... Huh. I never get to see him sleep. Like a steel trap, he is, not wanting anyone to see what's he's got. Wakes up every time I get up to take a piss, waits 'til I come back, still awake when I drift off...
....I wonder what happens if I do this? --Amazing; he sleeps still. What about... Aaah, there we are.....
If I'm going to be up this early, at least I'll be constructive with my time.
( OOC: Since Renn wouldn't keep a journal, I'm going to type these things as if they were his thoughts with a bit of narration as to when Renn is thinking these things and where he is at the time. So it'll be like Renn reflecting on things.)
Renn awaits the journey ahead. His sleep is restless as it always is, haunting things from his past creeping in to remind him of their presence. Not unexpectedly, the Mercenary is soon awake again, staring up at the ceiling of his inn room. He registers the warm body of Tavis beside him and sighs quietly in some relief. They'd not been on the best of terms recently, particularly after Renn had admitted his previous lies. Other than that, the mercenary couldn't be sure why the halfling had been so angry. It had started days before the merc revealed himself. Tavis had apparently forgotten the reason himself. Renn reflects that he'll hate himself permanently if he ever does anything to seriously harm the halfling... In fact, he's come to be rather fond of the whole group of adventurers.
Jovvi he hadn't originally liked much, but she'd slowly grown on him, and now more than ever he feels a sort of kinship to her... Their similiar backgrounds likely have much to do with it, and he figures it gives them both someone to relate to... Both human, both orphans... He assumes that Jovvi will never fully understand him, and he'll never fully understand her, but he'd fight to protect her if there was a need...
Tillyr struck him odd at first, as she might anyone else, but she too has grown on him. The mercenary wonders how he could feel protective and almost brotherly when such instincts and emotions were never condoned in his life at the guild... Answering the strange girl's questions seems to him a chore at times, but he finds that other times he really gets into answering them... They almost give him a sense that how he sees things are important to another being....
Niamh is another that he feels a strange kinship for. Though he has no clue as to -when- he started feeling it, he knows that the elf and he have a strange understanding between them, and he's grown to value her as a friend....
Renn just isn't used to liking people or trusting them nearly as much as he's grown to trust his commrades...
He briefly wonders what happened to the Lizard-man and the "Phantom"... He can only speculate on Jaer, thinking he likely returned home, but the other fellow could very well still be with them... A strange thought.... Perhaps he'll reapear by the next full-moon.... ah well....
Whatever the next journey brings, he'll be ready for it... and this time he'll have an old friend with him... "It'll be good to have Cavan along.... Trustworthy, that one..." with the final thought, he drifts back off to sleep, pulling Tavis a bit closer to him, some part of him comforted by the smaller man's presence, allowing him to sleep a bit more deeply than he normally would.