Day 3

Midday

The weather is holding. Still cool, grey and windy with no rain. That’s good for my family bringing in the harvest and it’s just fine by me too. I won’t pass up a dry day on the road. Just smelling the fresh wind rushing over the hills makes me feel better.

I wish I could say the same about my companions. Gunther seems like an alright guy; he’s at least as good with his sword as I am. Of course, his is too big and he doesn’t carry a shield. He says that’s normal where he comes from. Just seems like a death wish to me.

The others have bigger problems. Or the others are the bigger problems. For starters there’s this stinky fellow named Grens. We’ve been together almost two days and I still haven’t gotten a good look at his face. He eats garlic like I would eat ginger candy, and that’s not the only smell on him. He has body parts of different animals, weird plants, all kinds of things. Little pouches and pockets all over him. I tried to shake his hand at the tavern yesterday and he just stared at me--I thought he was giving me the evil eye for a second. Turns out he’s just a jerk.

Then there’s this bloke Tallow. I’m ready to punch Tallow in the face. When we met he spent the first three minutes jabbering and I spent them praying he wasn’t with us. Of course he is. Then it was my turn not to shake hands. I’m not a rude person but this man shouldn’t be free to walk the earth. He should be in jail somewhere, and it sounds like he has been at least once before. He’s a short fellow but he isn’t a kid. I want to know if he’s even human but to find out I’d have to talk to him. Whatever his birth, he’s thieving scum, a loudmouth, a braggart and damn full of himself. I just want to punch him.

Then there’s my other problem. Honestly, I haven’t felt that thing around me much. It seemed to just come and go over the last two days. Like it’s checking in on me or something.

Supposedly my “companions” are PCs too, but none of them seem interested in talking about it. When I met them at the tavern yesterday Gunther was drunk and Grens didn’t speak at all. And I have no use for Tallow’s opinion, so I guess that’s that. But I feel better now. Maybe this thing just wants to keep an eye on me--maybe it just wants to swoop in and talk big in front of the nobles and that’s it. I can handle that.

I’ll write about our mission later. Break's over now and we have to get moving.