Of Friends and Islands

Earthday 27th Planting

Friends are islands in a sea of indifference. Each is a unique creation with its own beauty and gifts to offer and explore. They often come to our horizon unexpectedly and are a joy to discover.

My day began with preparations to depart with my team for Rittersmarch, perhaps the last stop in our quest. I had heard while preparing my own equipment that some of the monsters we tried to kill were washing up on the shore, dead. I went to investigate and it appears the monsters are unable to swim and so drowned when we burnt their home to the ground and they fled the fire. Thus I have also determined they are not particularly intelligent. I found a large group of folks engaged in study of the carcasses led by a necromancer name Le Toux. He was using some magic to avoid the nauseating effects of the monsters odor and directing the others in collecting samples and the like.

I managed to get his attention to discuss his findings and compare notes [these do not appear anywhere in the navigators papers] and he invited me into his home to discuss the other monsters over tea. His quarters were immaculate and reminded me of home. I spent the entire morning in his company and he gifted me a number of fine articles including a new set of clothes to replace the second set of clothes I had brought with me, ruined by goblin and orc gore yesterday. Though gaudy by comparison to my usual attire, the floor length cloak had enough expertly placed pockets for all the magical components I could ever need, and the hat added a dashing flair with its stripe and feather that even Perry had to admire my appearance. It felt good to be clean, and to look good again.

His work forced him to leave me there to finish dressing. I was happy to be away from the horrors and death outside but I found myself hurrying to rejoin him. It was nearing noon, the hour I told my companions we would depart so I dragged myself away from him with the gifts he had given me afraid I might not see him again.

On the way to Rittersmarch I found the new outfit’s boots to be more comfortable than I had guessed but had to remove the feather as Churchill found it to be an irresistable plaything.