We're in a place with intelligent undead. It's actually very unnerving to me. I guess the theory of the uncanny valley does have more validation than I first suspected. I enjoy the company of the half-orc Slash. She's a kind soul, if strange even for a half-orc. The changes I've noted on her person make me wonder if she isn't something else entirely.
Hmmm... I'll have to ponder that a little more later.
Today however is full of it's own mysteries. Like why this place hates Warforged and how the hell a little halfling was able to throw one bodily from our inn this morning. Must've been his too large bracers. I wish I'd had more time to look at them.
We ate breakfast and argued a little amongst ourselves. Seems those with the loudest mouths are also those with the smallest minds. Typical. I was however able to procure a jar of jam. This mission is looking brighter already!
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Malik, or Merrick the Warforged seems to have more of an aversion to undead that I. We found the tracks of his horse leading to the perfect ambush position and the devastated bodies of a goodly number of the undead soldiers that police this place whose name I can't recall. We won't be here for long so it doesn't really matter.
Luckily we were able to get rid of our giant. He was an uncouth being, hulking and stupid. And he dared to take away my biscuits and jam, the fiend! Wonderfully for him an earth elemental came crashing from above before Merrick could do away with him completely. The Warforged was kind enough to point us in the direction of a Bard. He's a silver tongued devil if I've ever met one, but he seems reliable enough, seems. I'll have to keep an eye on him and a finger over a potion or two. Just in case.
I understand the loud mouth think that they are fooling others, but that is not the case most of the time.
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