Captain's Log Five; Love is a Manshoon thing.

What a strange world this is. I'm beginning to like it.
 
Days 38 - 49?
 
A gay sword looking for its long lost husband who is now a shield... that I had to see. That I had to find.
 
Adrion's organisation, of course. Dutifully reuniting long lost lovers, kept looking at a ring on his finger whilst the sword swung its flowery little life story. What dark little mysteries lay behind those devilish eyes Adrion? Who are you really? I know who I am. A War God of Fey blood. We'll see what you turn out to be.
 
North, that was the heading, for ten days. We had company of course, the sword Michael. A dragon-born Monk, Narmer, clever little bastard. Another Paladin, a trifecta. Amos DeWitt. Middle aged by human standards. A bit of a folk-hero, acted strangely fatherly to everyone else, even Adrion...who is middle aged...by Elvish standards. Treated me a bit more like an adult... should I feel respected? Insulted? Who knows. We had the good Dr. Hilda Rosebriar, an artificer... I don't believe that High-Elf has ever been to medical school... It was carried around by a flesh golem... waste not want not I suppose. We picked up the blade from another Artificer that apparently lives in the town? Nobody tells me anything and now he has a sixth sense for where the shield is....does it have other senses? Our Artificer questioned him on that for quite sometime...it got oddly personal...
 
I held grasped the blade for a moment, and felt its voice come through me. I quickly cast it off. A God shall not be given words by his subjects.
 
So my crew being assembled, the march began once more, and a very uneventful 10 days ensued.
 
What is it with Paladins and tragic, unresolved, familially traumatic backstories? A concerning pattern. Adrion seemed ill at ease hearing, yet helping this forlorn love story. Looking distant with those devil's eyes. Amos seemed desperate to hold together people as family, taking up the rear to look at everyone closely - I do care to have my back exposed, I know how swift a dagger can be. Yet I felt at ease, the old man would not betray me. I... I have a vast crew to call upon now, I shall never want for fear of losing them ever again.
 
The Forests that shield our encampment to the north are dense and dim. A triple cohort of paladins projected a mighty sense out into the world. No stench of "good" or "evil" could possibly penetrate the field without our knowing.