It was a creature. Incredibly tall, gaunt, spindly lanky limbs but it had no head but two...cones. The cones had teeth. Humanish looking teeth. It made a sound that is still ringing in my ears. It scared an owlbear and those are certainly fearsome creatures - that wasn't even scared by Dax getting...Daxier. It looks...I don't recall ever being taught about that sort of darkness. It repeated something about being a warning system for Cyre before chasing the existing owlbear.
I have not doubted my actions until this point. I still do not believe that the work I did in the refugee camp was bad but...did the people of Cyre, this Prince, did they create such wretched creatures? Can it think? Is it sentient? Is it demonic or...I don't know! This creature terrified me in a way that I cannot really place into words. The Dolgaunts and Dolgrim that held us, they were scary too but they were not repeating the name of the people I have been championing, recognising their plight as similar to my quori ancestors, understanding their desire to go home despite that not being a place anymore, trying to rebuild a new one.
What if I have been helping bad people? I don't think my healing is necessarily bad - mending broken bones, closing wounds, treating fevers and shakes and comforting those in pain, that wasn't bad. Most of the people here do not come across as bad people and most of them are not powerful and it is hard to tell if they ever were. It would not be a logical thing to blame a farmer or merchant or anything like that for the actions of those who rule over them. They have little control over that. But can I honestly believe that anyone who created that...thing is good? I am - however - assuming that it is as straight forward as that. Doing something and pretending your enemy did it is a very...Riedran thing to do and I would be foolish to believe that the people here wouldn't use such tactics. Even so...
Can it feel? Can it think? Am I so out of touch that this is something that is "normal" in this place, a place that creates people for the sole purpose to fight wars? Should I empathise with it? It didn't choose to be created.
...Could I link minds with it? Is that possible?
I think the group might now that I can do that after Warden turned into a horse. Which is something he can do now. He was very surprised to have a heart beat and feel things. It must be a very strange way to live without that. I wonder if that makes things better or worse in terms of meditation and training. Hmm.
Dax is a very good butcher. Skillful. But also creative! I would have never have thought about making arrows from griffon bones and feathers. Also likes climbing trees. It makes sense in a combat situation to have the height. She can also get frilly when she's trying to intimidate things! It looks...bold, like if fire was painted in scales.
And Terfel is certainly treating his son well. It is strange to think that his son wasn't in training before but he will be taught how to fight and how to mend. It's poetic in a way. I suppose there is less...emphasis on a strong righteous education here so I can understand why things are different. Still, he received a little flak for putting too much onto his son. Still, our small group can teach him how to fight. Warden and Dax are certainly skilled, if they take different approaches. I am not sure if Terfel would be open to his son learning magic given the answer he gave regarding Siebold teaching him but I can certainly share some of the training I received. Supposing I am allowed.
OH and I have a pocket watch! It's a very practical device used to keep time. It did use up some gold, gold that would have likely been better spent on bandages or soap for the hospital but this will surely assist me in time. Besides, how could I not buy something from Beezlebop after saying how poorly his business was doing? He feels as if he is failing his family so buying this very useful device must be good. Hope is good, ensuring a merchant can feed himself is good. It will help me be precise when writing things like...paperwork proclaiming when someone was born or when they died. And I can guarantee myself to be on time for my work at the hospital.