Many lessons learned in today’s battle. For one; know your strength’s Sam. Though it is true that your stout hearted
friend Bronn teased you about your fighting skill it s no reason to run to the
top of the charge. Perhaps next time it
would be wiser to hold steady my hand, hold back with my fellow companions and
unleash a more powerful blow. For in
the end Bronn himself met an untimely death in the belly of a cube of jelly.
Haste oft speeds one’s demise
I’ve never felt such anguish as that caused by those odd
apparitions. Twas like losing everyone
that was close to me all at one time, Ellis, Sveta, my home. It was all deeply disturbing. After I charged they ganged up on me.
Fortunately several newcomers rescued us, for without their help it would have
been a very different battle. It turns
out that all along I had been carrying them in my backpack. The box of Nistrama’s conjured forth a human who is
remarkably elven like and a bit quirky but a grand fellow overall and his
assistant. The human acting elvish calls
himself Professor Borjerz or Borjorz. I
did not quite catch it. I will call him
Professor B. His lovely assistant was
named Sariel. A mysterious creature who
like Lucien is often quiet.
Perhaps I will write a song but tonight I’ve a taste for
warm bed and bath and some mulled wine.
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