Diary of the gate of Baldura: William Rekwater#2

Well, our acquaintance with Jaheira and her friend Khalid went well, even better than I could imagine. But about this a little later, even on the way to the “friendly hand”, I noted for myself how much this place is lively, compared to my recent Kandlkip, there is armed guard near the gate, the wagons of merchants are wrapped back and forth, and the line in the local temple is simply huge! High walls of the castle instill a sense of security into you. And how many people, elves, gnomes, even a couple of drow are there! One of the dark ones stood distant in the far, dark corner of the tavern, while everyone drank around him, cursed or just lying a fool, but I immediately noticed this giant on myself.

He quickly appreciated me, and not seeing the threats in me, continued to sit at the table, with a sword, the size of a man! As soon as we went inside, Imone was noticeably cheerful in such a noisy place, and we forgot at least for a couple of hours about the dangers. After that, they found two half -elf, Jaheyira impressed me with a real, mother, warrior, even though in her hands she held the fear that was not inspiring, and on her belt, there was a bag with protruding herbs, her gaze and how she talked to us, gave out her character. What could I say about her companion, in good armor, with a long sword for the advantage, he was silent for the most part, and only spoke, in order to repeat the words of Jahyera, while stuttering abundantly. Something in the appearance of Khalid told me that he was uncertained, but I could be mistaken, in the end, they are the only ones to whom we can trust. After a warm trick and a quick acquaintance, we were treated to food, hot tea and several desserts, from which, I admit, my attitude towards them only increased. The paper will not be able to convey that taste, from the fried goose of which I ate with my named sister Iomen, after some kind of prepared hares on the fire, and a pair of pieces of dried bread, my stomach rejoiced. But behind a hearty lunch, a conversation followed what happened to Gorion, as well as about that mysterious person in armor.

I thought after a while https://loot-casino.co.uk/ the passions inside me will settle down, but as soon as I began to remember that I saw that night in the clearing … Food became across the throat, and tears came up at the very moment of the moment. Still, I wanted to look with dignity before our new companions, but I could not resist. Imoen agreed for me, and I went outside, I wanted fresh air, because I got a little from stuffiness in the room. The late evening stood, the sun almost lay down, the tavern was surrounded by many shadows from the trees surrounding us, the voices of people, mixed up with the cries of birds a little reassured me, recalling that life continues to go its own way despite the problems. So it was, it is and it will be so, you won’t do anything, tomorrow there will be a new day, and after it is one more, so I will have, I want it or not, it will change. Books I read in Kandelkip could not prepare me, but they told different stories, about love, death and betrayal. And how everything is developing now, one novel that I read in distant childhood reminds me, there the story did not spare the protagonist, throwing out different trials to him, checking his spirit, will and flesh for strength … That book ended well, and what awaits my, personal history?

I am scared from the fact that in the future I may have to commit it, although I have not yet taken my lives, something bubbles in me, responds with burning fury at night, feelings … as if they want to direct me to a certain place and do … terrible things. Jaheira pulled me out of his thoughts, she started a sweet conversation with me, gave me a small flower, promising a good dream tonight, and then spoke. I don’t know what spells she raced, or the fault of the flower that I thoughtlessly accepted, but she convinced me to leave the thought of the death of Gorion, and the man who killed him by later. At first, I was taken aback, thinking that in front of me is another nanny who will take me from problems for the high walls of another castle. But instead, she offered me to help her in an investigation of a confusing case associated with iron and its unsuitability. And I did not know what to answer her, it was not easy to shift the vector for me. Although, on the other hand, having refused her, I would definitely die from that monster, and I have little enough strength to think about revenge. And then, not without her convincing conclusions and facts, I agreed.

What was our new task? We need to arrive in a small town called Nashkel, there to ask the locals about the mines, which are located near the city about the damage of iron and the loss of people there. On the way, collecting any useful information that can help us. Imoen jumped with happiness, hearing what we had to do and where to go, apparently she was only looking for a reason to break off, and run towards new adventures. As for me, that flower began to act, and it begins to get into a dream.

Sitting in the room, writing about all this is not so bad, with every new word I seem less and less against the background of the world, problems in it and events. Today we bought provisions, arrows, stones for my sling, a little food, even enough for a few potions, everything for the upcoming journey. It’s funny to observe how in an empty yard, Khalid, stripped into the waist, waves a sword, works out blows and hands, it turns out it is not as simple as it seemed to me with our acquaintance. His muscular body, covered with scars, tells me that he has his own story. Jaheyra, meanwhile, went into the forest for, as she said “herbs” and drunken howls of ioen floor below cause a smile. Tomorrow is a hard day, I need … (Ink abruptly breaks off, stinging the rest of the sheet with a clear line from below)