
The day has been painful, my ability to walk has returned, albeit slowly, a number of things has transpired it seems, the Drow is being more against talking to us then normal, and the Fish-elf has seen fit to give me some social interaction beyond insults, as to be expected with her agreement to form an alliance among the four of us, though I'm still getting used to this. I felt unable to speak at the time, and instead had Deadscar speak on my behalf, the zombie followed every word and didn't mix meanings, i shall have to remember to reward him at some point, perhaps I'll get him a pet, or maybe a shiny new weapon at some point, but for now, i deem it important to recover first, and as such, i had my minions help me back to my room shortly after, this day was painful, but less so then it could have been, though i worry about the warforged, he seems on edge, whatever he saw in the dream, it has rattled even the metal man. There is few things i suspect can rattle the pirate fish-elf or the warforged, or the drow, despite what i feel about their race, orcs do not get shaken, and yet, all of us are put off it seems in some fashion, or perhaps with the drow it's just his refusal to be around us, we shall see i suppose.
Category Story / Fantasy
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