The Jackal’s Price: LoF Session XXVIII
From the Journals of Glarthobbalvot Treeglabarrow the Most Excellent Cataloger of Interesting Things of Interest:
A most inconvenient convenience! He really didn’t seem like the type that Donkey-Friend. We went to sleep in the mountains and woke up in the desert! Just outside of town! I had to see to it that Splat got word of our whereabouts. That little teleportation gag cost me more than a few coins to make sure the Greir didn’t spend his days flying around the mountains looking for us. I was sure he’d be back from his errand sometime soon and then POOF! What a boring prank! Bah! Now the Librarian, Ladroban… THAT was a prank! He could teach him a thing or two. Hey that’s a good idea, maybe I’ll try to get them to talk to one another. I mean, the talking Donkey’s were fascinating, but what did they have to do with the joke?!
What was I writing about… Oh yes I’m off track, that happening was days ago and I already wrote about it.
Right yes. TRAVEL!
After that whole little dead dog incident we determined it would be best to leave post haste. The monk thought we should bring the swordsman with us. I’m fairly positive he’s fatally ill but he said he’d only come if we investigated THE-WELL-OF-NEVER-GO-THERE. Actually I forget the name, but we saw it on the way here and the bastards on the caravan couldn’t remember either but for some reason after coming up with a name like that they didn’t want to investigate! Can you imagine?! How could you possibly not want to see what’s in there?! I suspect Ce-Tan will throw a fit but we’ve already agreed.
Morning of the next day:
We arrived at the caravan early in the day, hoping to get the jump on dawn. Just as I predicted, Ce-Tan was less than pleased about visiting THE-WELL-OF-FOREVER-DOOM. He thought he’d just cast a spell and convince the swordsman to go to straight to Katapesh so we could talk to Almah’s father and he would have succeeded, but I saved us! I cast a dispelling spell and washed his mind clean! He was most upset at Ce-Tan and cursed a lot when he’d realized he’d been fooled. Put a sword to his throat, in fact! Gave him a little knick too after the sorcerer blew him a kiss! I’m fairly certain it was some strange unrecorded human bonding ritual. Everyone knows that pranks are the best way to get to know someone after all!
Travel was uneventful through most of the afternoon, however close to sundown we happened across a group of travelers in chains, “escorted” by some dogs. There were four very attractive human women in shackles, surrounded by 6 or so big men and an older fellow all in chains. The dogs that escorted them told us they were slavers. So Ce-Tan blew them up. I tried to make everyone comfortable with some magically calming pesh smoke, but turns out we killed them anyway. The humans survived, I was pretty happy to learn we’d freed a bunch of slaves, turns out though that the slave men were slavers. They’d captured those poor pretty women and were taking them to the markets in Katapesh. Disgusting place. Selling people?
Turns out the rules of the land don’t allow you to just free slaves without papers and ownership and yadda yadda. Faharid the swordsman and Ce-Tan bickered at length about who wanted which slave. Something about which was the prettiest or who was the tallest or which one had the most aptly endowed chest seemed to be the sorcerer’s concern. Faharid just wanted to rescue his one slave and be done with it; However, Ce-Tan was going on about “leasing” her or something. Khatovar was relatively silent, but you’ve probably figured he would be at this point in The Chronicles. They clearly have no idea how to spot the most intelligent one though, because they never had them roll any dice!
I freed the tan skinned brown haired one with the help of Garavel (oh he was with us, did I forget to mention?), despite the business offers I received from the crafty caster. Her willing friendship will be far more useful if she chooses to take up my offer of employ with Glarth’s Curious Caravan of Excellent Antiques and Collectibles. If she was intelligent enough to choose the loaded die, she’s probably smart enough to sell trinkets.