Entry #5

We head into K-. It is larger than I thought and mostly dwarvish. I am especially conspicuous here. The Musician directs me to a bar in town (B- F-). The patrons and owner are familiar with Errato, he must have played here on his way through previously. He wantonly uses his magic change his clothes, and makes a spectacle of himself in the process. I wish he wouldn’t do that, it only makes us a target. I head to the bar. While there a girl, who the barkeep calls K-, comes up to me. She is blond, sullen and wearing a cloak that seems to shift in the light; not unlike my coat but clearly more sophisticated. The Girl asks about any strange goings-on. I mention the elven woman the Musician was following but that isn’t the type of strange the Girl is asking for, it appears the Musician’s obsession with elf is misplaced. The Girl warns me about people who aren’t entirely people, she isn’t entirely clear. We continue to discuss things while the Musician plys his craft. He really is excellent and worth far more than the silver I gave him in N-. During the course of the night the Girl makes the decision to join us. She also took the key to the room that the bartender had given me. I shall have to get another. For his last song the Musician sings about the crossroads, and two people falling to wild beasts. It is clear that those people are the ones in the graves. It is also clear that he cared for them deeply. I shall have to tread carefully asking about them.