As the sun rose on a new Unsday, the breakfast conversations were terribly odd. The child spoke of having defeated an old hag and saving one of the singers they came here to see. Even the little dragon was gloating about how they had stolen something from the hag and were rewarded with stacks of platinum pieces. I made a mental note to never let them out on their own again. There goes my research time...
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The next stop on our journey would be Palud Vivente. The gith had asked us to travel there to meet with his guild, claiming that they would know how to keep the Eye safe. While I am still suspicious of this man, he has proven himself to be a loyal ally. He claims that their goal is the same as ours, so we have no true reason to mistrust them. At the very least I'm willing to give them a chance.
Palud Vivente would be quite a ways travel, so we elected to find a cart headed in that direction. It wouldn't be much faster, but at the very least we wouldn't have to walk the whole way. So, we made our way to the traversal hub of Tamia, finding any semblance of an office that managed travel between settlements. They were able to quickly point us in the direction of a dragonborn merchant that was about to return homeward. A shrewd merchant he was, asking for a sum of 50 gold pieces for the luxury of cart travel. It was the only cart headed for Palud Vivente for the foreseeable future, so I was only able to haggle it down to 30. Introducing himself as Tilmuthir, he informed us that we'd have to provide our own supplies, as he had only packed enough for himself, not expecting passengers. But how hard could it be to find some water and food?
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We were running back to meet at the agreed-upon time, just barely making it as the merchant was about to head off. How was it this hard to find a bloody barrel in a town of this size?!