Perrotte's Journal [NON CANON]

November 19th

I’ve set up camp inside a covered wagon I acquired back in Targanok. Like indoor outdoor camping, It’s much more cozy than sleeping on the ground. I’m out on the road again, it didn’t take long to make arrangements for the next few years in this countryside, A day and a night, really. It was unusually easy; seemed like there were already parts of the local government that secretly had doubts on the corruption that had seeped its way into the system with the most recent Lady. Fear really does control even the powerful. I gave the young Lady Freye a farewell before I left. At least I picked up a scrying crystal on my way out of town.

The group I mentioned before, They seem to be making their way southwest to gather some ingredients and herbs for the local magic shop. They’re paying a healthy sum too, nearly 200 gold for each person. Magic items, potions, and the like must be a large business. Perhaps the shop keep acquired a deal with a larger merchant as the capital as a supplier. I can't imagine there are too many people in this part of the country with regular funds to spend on such expensive items. I’ll have to keep this in mind. Maybe I can find a buyer for the goods I’ve been hanging onto once I get to the southern capital. 

I keep calling them the group, or even that group in my mind. I suppose they’ve been the longest I’ve travelled with for quite some time. So perhaps I should write of them if I’m meant to be scribing all of this for the future. Where should I even start with a collection like those fools? 

There are five of them in total. The most interesting and frustrating of which is the dragonborn. He goes by the name of Erzitherax. I call him Zithi, because it is both easier to say and it’s amusing that the concept of a simple nickname seems to elude his logical capacity. He is…. foreign to me, as if he sees the world completely differently than other folk. He runs into danger without regard to injury or death and his mind doesn’t seem to register the trauma of either. Watching him fight brings an almost painful tension to my whole body. I’ll admit… I;ve always been interested in their culture, I studied their language after all. It should be a good case study for a society that could produce such a person.

Recently, Zithi has been getting along with the dwarf. Her name is Kimberly, shortened to Kim for convenience. She has a stubbornness to match her stout build, but, thankfully, she will listen to reason when given solid enough evidence. At least if it does not involve the church or her newest lady love. She lets her mace swing freely and more than one object of historical significance has been damaged beyond repair by her shows of force. She seems to be involved with a cult of some kind, I’ll have to keep my eye on her when she’s around. Luckily she’s currently distracted from whatever plans she may have with a new person. She’s become enamored with two women this week. The second of which is likely to keep her mind occupied for some time. 

I find it hard to think of Kim and her divine magics without my mind wandering to our other man of the cloth. Tomis. He cuts a striking figure trotting through town. He’s a centaur, an unusual sight in this part of the world. I’ve heard him muttering occasionally about the feywilds, a place I’ve only read about in books. Tomis is of a serious mind and prone to fits of annoyance. A point that I can relate to often. He says that he is travelling with the others because he was sent on a holy mission to observe us. Apparently we are meant to end the world. I think his God is mistaken. I don’t want to be involved in any adventure so grand… and the rest of these merry meddlers don’t appear to have enough function or resources to act on any drive they might have to the matter. 

The next person that rises in my mind’s eye is Zach. It’s hard to describe him, he carries a kind of quiet charisma about him but I’m never sure of what he may do next. The words he speaks occasionally confound me, it is a sensation I’ve gotten used to. He has proven to be useful on occasion, when he follows instruction. The way he wields his magic without remorse worries me. He seems to get his magic from an unknown source, he casts spells that are out of reach for wizards and sorcerers, not something I’ve seen before. I want to ask him about it but I fear revealing my hand. 

The last member that I’ll write about is Genki, he tells me to call him Ki. The name that his friends know him by. I suppose out of all of them Genki is the closest to being such a thing to me. In truth, I dismissed him when we first met. He seemed to talk of one thing only. The concept of positive emotions. It was an odd thing to be so obsessed with but I let him have his fun. But he has proven himself to be a capable monk, one I may even be able to depend upon. I will certainly keep his secret for as long as he needs me to. I owe him that much at least. 

It’s getting too late for relaxing and I need to hunt down some game for the night, I guess I will stop here for now. I can’t hope I’ll sleep well tonight. It’s been a long while since I’ve been so alone in the dark.