Perrotte's Journal [NON CANON]

November 20th, (tavern)

Fourth entry of the day, this Will be the final one until tomorrow. I’ve arrived, intact, to Herria. It’s as I remembered, smelling of fish and sweat and magic from the oceans. 

I’ve negotiated an average rate for room and board at a run down spot for idiot travelers who don’t know the price of living. Almost poetic that this is the place the others unanimously agreed upon. The rest were still arguing over the last two keys when I left. I wonder if any of the four of them realized they may be able to purchase another if it wasn’t private enough for them.

The last of the merry bunch has finally regrouped with the pack. His name is Tennin, and meeting him was like being run over with a carriage. He claims divinity. If he is a god then he is certainly minor that I neither fear his wrath nor need his blessings. Particularly at the cost of devotion to him. 

This city is rich in more than just idiocy thankfully. I’ve found more than a few locations that have been worth the effort in trade. I’m loathe to spend the coin I have but I trust the investments will pay off in the end. It’s more than likely that I’ll come into conflict with Ama, the red witch. Even if I were to leave her to her own devices, her friendship with the local mayor leads me to believe that I may start seeing my face on wanted posters again. I can’t imagine she holds a fondness for me after I aided in the destruction of her ritual summoning. 

On the subject of fondness, it seems I’ve strained my relationship with Morra somewhat… My gift of a firespitting potion was not appreciated by the armorer. Likewise the bruise on my cheek is a present that ensures that I will not be apologizing for any perceived slight on a matter that was entirely out of my knowledge. My mood was altogether soured for the night after this little altercation and I want nothing more than to rest my aching head on a pillow and forget about it till the morrow.