The Jackal’s Price: LoF Session XXXIV
From the Journals of Glarthobbalvot Treeglabarrow the Most Excellent
So I read the book. It was only natural really. I’m not sure what they were thinking letting me carry it if they’re so fearful of what’s inside. It was a stupid oath and honestly, I’m not entirely clear anymore as to why we were so afraid of the book to begin with.
Ce-Tan of course was the first to open its pages with his desperate desire to be seen as intelligent. Equally obvious was the fact he’s incapable of sitting still for 5 minutes without trying to fuck, kill or enslave something. Obviously he couldn’t be trusted to sort through it alone. If I hadn’t carried him along, I doubt an hour would have passed before he was off fucking some prepubescent street rat in a wet dream. He was useful, but it was clear he didn’t understand the text and showed no interest in what was written. I couldn’t let him just walk off with it. He can’t be trusted. I’ve placed it in my haversack for now. It’s a good thing, however, that it’s in my possession. These idiots haven’t the slightest clue as to proper care for their own hygiene, let alone a priceless tome. I’ll come back to it at a later date when we’ve settled down a bit more.
We’ve set camp for the evening just off the road on the far side of a dune. I’ve been trying to find time to continue my study, but the swordsman keeps looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He thinks I don’t know, but I keep seeing him watching me. I don’t trust him, he’s far too zealous. He doesn’t seem to reason very well, he just does whatever he thinks makes his god happy, yet I don’t see his Saraenrae do anything for him. Man gets himself a god and a sword, all of a sudden he’s a paladin.
That little sleaze! Trampled into my tent like a half drunk ox in the middle of the night! I knew he’d do something shady, so I alarmed my tent. He just stood there like an idiot with his tongue all tied in knots trying to explain what he was doing. Said he thought he’d just come in and take a book for some light reading! A crock of shit. He boasts an impressive range of languages and made no small show to impress me, I have to say I was not expecting him to be the educated sort. To get him out of my tent I humored him with a piece on the ancient tribal structure of one of the forgotten peoples of the area. He may speak well, but without pictures it will still be quite a slog.
He’s not going to give me any time to read the book and I know he’ll want to head straight to The Well. I’ll need to find someway to convince him to continue on. I don’t want to give this fucking priest the satisfaction anymore. Perhaps Ce-Tan will still want to go to the city.
Found an Obelisk. Faint magical aura nearby. Dead Gnolls all around. Ground was blackened. Ropes indicate they tied something down. Turned out it was two death worms. Killed them. Found evidence of the ambushers. Ce-Tan says tracks evidence a fly spell. Blah blah blah…
Now how the fuck am I gonna convince this priest to go to the city?