Arthoms 19th letter (sessions 12-13)

*Written in Druidic*
 
My dearest Celia,
 
Long and rough have been the last couple days.
When last i wrote to you I was filled with hope for what was to come and rather looking forward to the next tale to be told.
But now I write to you as the same embittered old dwarf that left the heart to save you and the other dreamers.
 
I'm soo over the world and its schemes and behaviors and drama and plots. I wish little more than a quiet life for the remainder of my days.
I've gotten carried away. Allow me to explain where these sudden frustrations comes from.

As you're aware we were invited to the ball of the king of Diomeda due to our victory in the arena, as such we stayed the night in the keep and met prince Jupius, who, in a few more words essentially told us to go to the markets and acquire some more appropriate clothing as ours was not suitable. As such i requested my Fèilead Mòr Ainmeil to be cleaned my the fancy cleaners in the keep, and headed out wearing my ancestral Fèilead Mòr for the first time in a pretty long while.
 
As we left Nakkah surprised us by bringing gurvel and Zyanna back to the group, by means of dropping the oaf ON MY HEAD. All this after he had managed to lose them on our way to the arena itself. I mean honestly how do you lose someone like Gurvel in a teleport. Its ridiculous.
as we headed to the markets, Gurvel attempted to fill me in as to what happened while they were away, but It all sounded a bit nonsensical at first, then he mentioned coming by the heart, and seeing you... and yes, I did get your message, and I shall try my darndest to not kill the buffoon, but after all, inspite of his lack of intelligence he seems to be more capable that half of this band of gobshites. Anyway, I then filled him in as to the arena fiasco.
 
While we were here I remembered the small flower pod that Ko rava gave me the other day. Using the trick you taught me in the heart i made it bloom, and attached it to my brooch.
After which I found myself in a tailor, not truly knowing what would be appropriate to wear to a reception with the king. WHich lead me to asking for advice from the wee rat for clothing advice, as she has not really done much to hide the fact her or at least her family are rather well off, I figured she might have some advice or suggestions for an old hermit like me. To mu surprise she did more than just advise, she actually took me by the hand and dragged me to a much nicer tailor. The kind where II felt immediately unwelcomed due to how... disheveled i appear these days.
After a short time we decided on a nice shirt of silk, with frills and lace upon the stitching. When time came to pay for it the tailor said not to fret about payment. I have a sneaking suspicion that She actually paid for my shirt from her own pocket.
As much as i hate to admit it, I may have misjudged the wee rat. That is kindness I didnae expect, but appreciated more than I think she knows.
I'll need to find a way to repay her.
 
After our whole party reassembled, each with a new outfit, gurvel with a new favorite food (I hate to admit it, but it is pretty amazing), and some with a date for the Ball. Talu bargained for a free dress by taking the tailor to the ball as her date, and Zyanna was asked to the ball by one of the rival gladiators with her. Seems a bold choice, but hey, so long as they dont cause trouble who cares.
That did however leave us with the problem of Nakkah, and Gurvel not being invited as the didnt fight. Gurvel asked to come as my date and since you wern't going to be here any time soon, I thought it