That beast of a man or... troll... or whatever had left town. I think I may leave soon, just as well. Towards Grans Port, most likely. Port towns are good targets for thieves. I think I'll find the thief there. Plus, I may find a proper drum. I've got a new, ominous piece to write that goes PERFECT with a tale I'm writing.
My head still hurts from yesterday. Did I drink too much? Did I hit my head? Ah, who knows. At least I'm not still stuck in the forest.
Chriil was going crazy, today. I found a new treat for him. He likes rib of swine soaked in spiced wine. Ooh... That rhymes. Perhaps I could write a song using that.
~The rib of swine~
~Fine spiced wine~
~Served just for me~
Not bad... But it could use some work. In any case. I think I'll head out in the morning. I'm not sure how long it'll take to get to Grans Port. I've heard that the road has to frequently change due to highwaymen and furious Treants blocking the paths.
I'm on my way to Grans Port, now. I took off in the morning. I went to rent a horse, but it was too big. Instead, I bought a small produce cart and a Herbie. Herbie is a domesticated boar. Chriil has taken quite a liking to him, but I think I'll sell him to a butcher when I get to Grans Port. He's hauling me down the trails rather quickly. I am taking most of my things with me. The rest I left with Rochlin back in town.
Rochlin is a good, old friend. A gnome like myself. He said he'd hold onto whatever I couldn't carry, and that I could send courier for it whenever. Let's see... It'd probably be helpful to jot down a list of what I'm bringing and what I left.
-Three sets of travelling clothes
-Two sets of fine clothes
-Trunk full of hats
-Five bags of salted beef
-Five skins of black ale
-Almost thirty gold pieces
-A roll of writing parchment
-Two full inkwells
-Quail down head cushion
I'm pretty sure that's all. I may have forgotten something. It's alright, though. If I brought it, I brought it.
Well, I've been on the road all of yesterday and today. I passed an alchemist who had come from Grans Port. He said it's probably another six hours using my method of transportation. I suppose I'll get there by morning.
I had a run-in with some highwaymen. They weren't very friendly, go figure. I told them I had a hidden entourage of Elven archers hiding in the trees. They didn't believe me at first, but then I had casted Hallucination and Fear on them. I suppose they saw arrows flying at them. In any case, they were no problem.
Can you believe I also saw a treant!? He didn't seem too angry. In fact, he looked like he was in pain an cried out for help. Ugh, I couldn't be bothered to investigate. I was curious, believe you me. I just don't know if I could fend myself from it in case it was a trap... I'm worried about it, though.
I wonder if he would have told me a... "sappy" story... How shameful.
I'm hungry. I may as well consume my last salted beef stick and black ale. I think I'll arrive in the nicer side of town to get a decent meal when I get there. I could probably get ahold of Grandfather Chiirikliithiolum. Not sure why everyone calls him Grandfather. That old codger always loved me. He'll let me stay for a fortnight in his manor.
I've arrived in Grans Port. That was probably an hour after the roosters had crowed. I was stopped by the guards. They almost wouldn't have let me in. Fortunately, one of them recognized me. I don't know who it was, but they apparently like my stories.
When I got to Grandfather's manor, I was greeted by this beautiful Halfling woman. She was dressed in a day gown of sweet, pale-blue colour. She's Grandfather's tailor, from what I gathered. Upon entry, I was enveloped in a huge mass of nostalgia. Growing up in this place was too enjoyable. Fine meals were prepared every hour of the day. These meals fed all of Grandfather's gnome cubs running about. This was a sort of orphanage.
I talked with him for a few hours to catch up. He lent me a room to stay in while I'm here. Apparently he no longer uses it as an orphanage. Instead, as a sort of ballroom during the weeknights, and a high-class brothel on the weekends. Grandfather has always been crazy about his brothels. That's how he made his coin. Four of them in the unfortunate half of town belong to him. I wonder how much he subscribes to his business... He's about a quarter millenia in age now. That's quite a number.
My chat with Grandfather was enjoyable, but I was getting hungry, and the manor no longer caters like it once did. So I had made a short walk to a delicatessen down the road from his manor. They had plenty of meats and breads to indulge myself in. I've not felt so luxurious in months, at least.
Oh, that reminds me. I decided to keep Herbie. I left him with a livery just inside the city walls. Chriil seemed happy about my decision. I suppose it's only fair. Herbie did me quite a service, and Chriil needs a friend when I'm not carrying him along.
I spent the rest of today thinking about what I can do while I'm here, other than catch the thief. I'll pick up some more tales, surely. Other than that, though... I'm not sure. Oh well...
I think that's enough for today. I'll possibly start on my venture for the thief tomorrow, if not the next day. Before I go to sleep, though, I'm going to go grab a meal from downstairs. There's a ball going on, and they have honey-roasted leg of lamb on the catering tables.