Log #43689

Log #43689,
We have stuffed this old tavern full of seasoning, cleaning supplies, and beer. I’m hoping we can stretch these supplies longer than the month it normally takes to use it all up. I’m worried that I have forgotten and left behind my people. I know what we are planning to do will be for the better of the realm, but still. I’m hoping my siblings and folks are looking down on me with encouragement and respect in their hearts. Gods know I have not exactly been a straight and narrow kind of cat. While we leave this city, my connections, and most of my past life behind, I can’t help but feel like I’m abandoning my most recent life's work. But not a half-hour later I find myself perplexed for a whole different reason. After we set sail in the sky, setting a NE towards Borris’s hometown of Gille, we discover we have a stowaway in one of our cupboards! A drow assassin by the name of Viravell Corzell was hanging from a bedroom closet’s floor by his fingernails. The bigger problem was that Mr. Corzell had tasked a wind elemental with following us, which took the moment of our finding of Mr. Corzell to launch a very successful surprise attack against me, knocking me fully unconscious.
I’d like to take this moment and remind myself that being forced unconscious still sucks and I need to get better at avoiding it. Moving on…
After we disperse the wind elemental, we attempt to have a conversation with Mr. Corzell, who has taken on a very relaxed mannerism around us. Even taking the time to assist K in developing her skills further via a coin-based toss and catch a game. It should be noted that his background is rather unsavory, but I’ve recorded those notes in my notebook for further research in the future. Long story short, he would kill us but is choosing peace for the moment.