Talia, p. 15

Disaster struck today. There was a call out for assistance finding a lost man. Sales have yet to pick up, and I’ve been running low on coin, so I answered the call. I should have realized there would be trouble when the organizer commented that archers were as useful as a cow. I followed anyway, my sole consolation is that I gained a little information about travelling. In the caves and Halls it was another story. “Everyone into the breach!” seems a fitting motto. That may work for the strong, or armored, but nearly half our party was lost and enemies continuing to surround us. Those that did survive, barely made it back to Evenstar. *ink pools* and the innocents of the town. Several were killed before the Dragons could intervene. It was a surprise we weren’t arrested on the spot for endangering the public, perhaps they were too busy to recognise the cause. I left the party, shamed. I will be more selective in the future. If that means I find a quiet bench to rest upon until business returns… well, I will do what is needed.

Talia, p. 14

I was in the wrong place last night it seems. I went to the general store in South, and upon exiting was confronted by a guard. Seems a half-orc had been shot earlier and they were checking all as suspects. I sensed he did not believe my innocence, and has a mistrust of users of magic. He did not ask my name, nor offer his own. I shall have to watch where I roam when I can’t sleep at night, it seems the streets of Arabel are not as safe as they once were.

Talia, p. 13

Both Doreta and Nathello still have their shops, much as they were before I left. After doing a little work upstairs I had my first order since returning. More of a request for assistance. A sweet lady named Elsbeth had been trying to complete some alterations, but not having much luck. Wool is a very forgiving fabric, but she said she lacked the time to complete it on her own. It was nice to see the smile of a client again. I think I’m going to enjoy being back.

Talia, p. 12

A good day. Mardo, the tanner, remembered me. It was good to see him still offering the use of the equipment upstairs. We talked for a while of old times and new ideas. I’m looking forward to the walk to the city. Things haven’t changed so much.

Talia, p. 11

It seems like a lifetime since I’ve been here. Yet the Inn still feels like home. I’ll visit the tanner tomorrow, another day resting before I return to my work. Another day before the long walk to the city.

Has it changed? Will I still find the welcoming arms I once knew? It feels so much like starting over, something I’m all too familiar with, but more than the other places I’ve visited, Arabel feels like where I belong.

Weary from travelling, I lay down with a sense of hope & uncertainty.