Some Unusual Travel Company

Did I already tell you guys about the unusual fellows I was with last time I was here? Alright, well - it happened last Kythona, 12th I recall, there first was this travelling wood elf named Kon Sunionnath that I met on the road after one of my usual dungeon jobs. Sticking out like a sore thumb with those monk pyjamas. He came all the way across Eastern Sea, and was looking for female elf thief that had stolen his family treasure. I don't know why exactly, but I wanted to give him a helping hand on the matter or at least push him in the right direction. He had a good vibe coming from him, and you don't believe what a great hero he end up to be.
 
So I first thought we could check useful info from Merchant's Rest, which was closest town, and I send letter to Eldove Relynn, good ol' troublemaker. The bard had sharp ears for rumours, and as a half-elf she might have felt sorry enough for the fellow to help us out. Those who didn't knew about our storyteller and master dueler, that she also ran some schemes with me on the side for a great fun. I could always trust on her to have my back in tight spot. Actually, during this journey we pulled fast on that pompous knob of a guard leader Charles; Eldove distracted and I assisted on "donating" big sack of gold to the whole bar. Hah, must have been thousand piece rain. Right after that I though I had a clean getaway, when Charles come running after me. Luckily our invisible bard worked her charms and left the bastard laughing in the gutter that night. Oh, good times.
 
Anyway, back to the when me and Kon arrived Merchant's Rest in search of Eldove, we some how end up grouping together with crumby dwarf wizzard Halla, stoic elf cleric Amariel - those ladies knew about that Fourways' doomsday prophecy, along with this other cleric guy, human named Darvin. And mixed with Eldove, Kon and I that made us very unusual crew of six spirits. No, seven. Let's not forget the Halla's lovely dog.
 
Hallbertha Fjellvind is daughter of THE mapmaker, whom I can thank most of my dungeon missions coming to life in the first place. She has my respects, but she really does her best to be a stick in the mud. I found out the pirates sneaking into ship we were taking to Fourways, like a bloody girl scout she immediately runs to cry captain about that. Typical no-fun goody two-shoes. And she also kept this grudge against Eldove about some sold faked scroll which occurred many years ago. Give it a rest already. Although she help me haggle a good deal for a dragon skinned-component pouch, so she does have me on the same side some times at least. Or maybe she just was cross with shopkeeper. That wizzard really knows how to give a piercing glare.
 
Damn what's the elven cleric's last name? No matter, Amariel, that cleric pulls her weight in fights and seems like alright person. Despite the fact that she seems to watch me like a hawk around her while hiding her purse. Hold on, she did outright call me and Elvode criminals back then, what nerve she had; Eldove never stole a penny and I have never been given sentenced from a crime. Sure, we have our jests, but we never hurt hair of a kind soul. We're not damn back-alley assassins. However, they never run us out on that matter, so I think she and others trusted us. Even Halla, thankfully.
 
Same goes to Darvin Helder, the human cleric. That kid had it rough. Came out from a war at young age with a missing eye and leg. However, he survived strong enough to fight ghouls and zombies in Asgardian temple. We met briefly before this adventure. Oh, right. Darvin is really touchy about disturbing graves and whatnot. No wonder he didn't like me that time. Or now. I don't know why people can't believe thieves have some sense of honour or honesty.
 
Anyway, few moments later getting together we were all enjoying drinks together at the Honeybadger-tavern talking about getting into the auction house in Fourways. Right on cue in stepped Sharon, the dragonborn commander of Sea Lions herself asking for a capable crew aboard a river-ship with diplomatic importance....