It went well until it didn't

Well we caught the cat, Blood on the Whiskers. I did some good nice magic to get her talking, we found out that a cult of ne'er do wells is operating from a cave south of Fan Ryn. Echo, BOTW line manager, has ran over there to come up with a new plan as we made a mess of their last one. Then she spoke in tongues and died so... that was when it stopped going well.
 
Max, an orphan we adopted, has some kind of sentient blade that makes him ill when he's apart from it. We think we're going to train him to be strong so he can make do without it if needed. Hale's taken charge of the sword aspect of it all. I think I'll start him doing a bit of sword training and strength training in the mornings, then in the evening I'll teach him to make friends and talk his way out of trouble if he needs it. Now just to find the time, trying to be helpful makes you very busy doesn't it.
 
We read a book that my friends were convinced was cursed... and I died, and a great big demon came into being and ate Twinspire, then pissed gravy down the river and the peoples to the south were cursed and became magpies that shit rainbows. No, not really. They were being very dramatic! It was just a book written in some language I couldn't read. They made a big deal out of nothing.
 
I think we're going to split up and Olin and I are going to do some reading and chatting with smarter people and see if they've got anything good to go off. Fenrick and Hale are going to volunteer as gladiators and healers. Falinor and Flick are going to be sneaky and speak with some different ne'er do wells... you know the sort where they're just a bit bad. Not 'bad bad'.