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Night Guard

Murryl's Journal the Third

27th of Eleint 1371 DR Year of the Fading

The night went by, but not without its dangers. Of course, we were attacked in the night; and of course, we were attacked just as I was sipping my blasted tea. Seems these silver weapons were highly sought after, or perhaps they still are…

Well, we were attacked, and quite obviously we survived, or I wouldn’t be penning this entry just now. My companions are to be deemed formidable, and though I daresay that I blacked-out during the end of the fight, Mr. Decroder, Bell, and my friend Turrel stood their own and slew the last assailant. Not to say that I didn’t bury an axe or two, ’cause I sure did. It seems the adrenaline rush and awareness I experienced whilst fleeing the Underdark still stays with me. After resting my mind for a short few seconds, I feel more aware and in focus with my surroundings. I must study this…

We resorted to seeking out the Barbarians, Ostin and Garund or something or other. They seem good-hearted, though stoic. I find them agreeable. We’ve met back up with the Maideness caravan leader, Helda. After a few rounds of ale (I know I don’t usually do that sort of thing, but it seemed appropriate) and a short brawl with Bell, we set off. I wish we could have found Dongthrower, though. He seems a little green, but Bell had taken a liking too him. Not sure what that was all about. He does wear some pretty flamboyant clothing…
We’re a day out on our journey. Not so much has happened now, but we did run into some fairly savage wolves. Now we have some pretty savage-looking wolf pelts…

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