It was Day 17 of Ready'reat and we spent the day in town to prepare for the town meeting that evening. A few interesting things happened and a lot of not-very-interesting things happened. I'll tell you about the interesting stuff.
First, Morwenna attempted to talk with Laira about the song she sang which was clearly about Elmo and the moathouse, but Laira denied the whole thing even happened. She insisted that she had actually sung a song about "Elmer the Great". I was sitting at the table nearby and listened in horror as the usually-logical Morwenna walked away from the conversation totally confused and actually questioning whether she misheard the whole thing. But I don't believe it. Somehow Laira knows things about what happened at the moathouse. It can't be a harmless coincidence. Maybe it's some magical influence or even something more sinister. We need to keep an eye on that girl.
Another thing: We decided to establish a group common fund, purchased a cloth bag to hold our coins, and gave over handling it to Contristo. For some reason we all trust the shadiest guy in the group the very most. Not sure what that says about us. I'm going to go lie down and take a nap. Thinking about all this is making me sleepy.
Speaking of keeping an eye on someone, Azra was acting very strangely, even for an elf. She was clearly on edge from watching a secretive exchange between Contristo and Farro, but isn't everything Contristo does secretive and questionable? We need to just get over it with that guy, but Azra became more and more agitated by it all. She then started a strange staring contest with Ostler, the innkeeper. I have no idea what that was about but maybe she was hoping he would give in to her staring and give her some answers? Or maybe she's seeking a sense of control while caught up in a situation far beyond her control? I'm not a mind-reader and even if I were I don't think I'd want to know what is going on in that girl's mind.
Another thing: that Mergun guy sure is persistent. He has been trying to sell off his unusual wares and some of the group is giving in to his sales pitch with far too much interest—especially in that whispering bell. Even I was overly-interested, but we should all be more hesitant with this guy. He's up to something, even if it's just fleecing people with ridiculous things no one needs. Morwenna bought the strange "Glass Eye of the Seer" from him and gave herself a chill as soon as she touched it. She also said it felt like she was being watched, and that the thing then shifted it's gaze to Azra. Rightly so. That girl needs watching. Maybe both Ostler and the glass eye are on to something there.
Speaking of getting fleeced, we went to the traders to sell the last of Grug's belongings to help fund our continuing efforts in the area. They bought his leather armor, shield and backpack for reasonable prices, considering the smell. But then they pretended his ancestral weapons were junk and finally offered a pittance for them. I can't believe we fell for that. At least we were smart enough to divide his rations and a few other belongings between us where they will be respected and continue to be of use. I bought a sewing kit and I'm going to sew that old tattered piece of rug that he carried around to my backpack, in his memory.
Another thing: That JT kid is exceptionally strange. I'm not sure he's even as bright as Grug was. He insisted on attempting to sell his silver sword to the traders, even though I made every effort to drag him outside by his collar to prevent him from potentially going through with it. I mean, they just bought ancestral armor for a few copper! Of course they offered him a significantly lower price than its actual value. Turns out he just wanted the price quote, but I wonder if it means something more. Hopefully he can be trusted to make better choices in a fight.
It sure does seem like there are a lot of mysteries going on around here that could probably be solved if people would just sit down and have some conversations. It's like living in one of those romance stories that people talk about reading. If the characters just talked to each other like normal people the premise of the whole story could be resolved in five minutes.
Another thing: We decided to establish a group common fund, purchased a cloth bag to hold our coins, and gave over handling it to Contristo. For some reason we all trust the shadiest guy in the group the very most. Not sure what that says about us. I'm going to go lie down and take a nap. Thinking about all this is making me sleepy.
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