With Many Hitches, Actually

This was a long day and I am unsure whether there will be consequences for our actions. If there are, they may be significant.
 
The day started somewhat well. After a light breakfast in Clifftop, we went to the Morgrave University administration office in order to gain information on Karg. Warden had the idea to transform into some sort of small lizard in order to remain somewhat hidden in plain sight, as it were. I have seen him transform into all manner of creatures over the years and yet it still fascinates me to see the metal man turn into warm flesh. Or, I suppose, cold blooded flesh in this instance. Druidic magic is a little beyond my understanding but it is certainly powerful and a wonder to watch. Warden latched onto Dax as she distracted one of the administration workers with banal questions. She found out that the information is all kept on a network of eberron shards, like some sort of ethereal database that eliminates much of the need for tedious hours of searching or huge rooms or dusty, rotting paperwork. Its rather clever but as you will soon see, it has a fairly serious security flaw.
 
It's me - I am the security flaw.
 
I made an absolute mess of my own banal questions as I lied about being a student. I should have really ought to have thought up a more coherent story before going in but it worked, regardless. I looked into his mind and found the authentication code. Just like that! Lurking on his surface level thoughts! Regardless of my own incompetance, I failed my way to victory.
 
I am not adept at lying most of the time, unfortunately and regardless of the calming armour, on no less than two occasions today, my ability to convincingly lie without making myself looking like an idiot failed. I shall need to practise lying more which in principle is a bad thing but practically necessary sometimes to avoid conflict which could cause further harm. Is it not better to tell a few lies to avoid someone being seriously hurt? It is...a philosophical quandry and I may drop in on Havakhad whilst I am in Sharn for some discussions on the matter. The longer I spend in Khorvaire, the more I find following the Path of Light complicated. My faith hasn't waned but I worry that I am not nessarily doing good. Good and evil are...a little harder to parse here. In Adar, its easier. There is one force of darkness to fight against and any good you carry out intrinsically fights against it. Sharing food with the farmers in during lean harvests, singing praises, meditation - its easier.
 
Lets take this situation as an example.
 
On the absolute base of this, we are stealing a sword. Which, is not right. I understand this. However, this sword does not belong to the ogre but Lozaal's people. Therefore, it is only right to take it back to who it really belongs with. Its a murky situation but I am sure I am on the right side of this. I think, at least. I could be terribly wrong and then I would be chipping away at the Path which is a bad thing. The ogre who found it naturally thought that Lozaal's people were gone. Until yesterday, I was under the impression that they were strictly historical as I seem to have misunderstood who Ekhaas was. I had initially thought that she was simply a hobgoblin reconnecting with her historical roots but this is incorrect. It would then make it some sort of base grave robbing. However, I cannot help feel a little shred of pity for the ogre since he is clearly ignorant. That being said, it is only a shred since he could have handed over the sword or even allowed us to buy it from him to ensure it is returned to Lozaal's people. Alas, this didn't happen.
 
Warden managed to gain information regarding the ogre's whereabouts which is in Lower Menthis. We decided to head down there to best formulate a plan of action and to scope out the house itself. After Dax using her wings to look inside and determine his room and to gum up the locks with chewed bread, it was a waiting game until Karg went to the library, returned and went to sleep. Dax, Warden and I stayed close by in a cafe. It seemed to be rather student heavy so I continued the pretence of being a student myself. The idea is somewhat growing on me, frankly, but I doubt I could afford it and I have no idea what I would study. I also am unsure how this would help on the Path or how it would help my companions. Perhaps there are courses on some sort of skills that would prove useful at home or in New Cyre or something. I made a note to take some leaflets and shove them into my rucksack.
 
Lozaal decided to go drinking. Which, if I am honest, confused me. We are here on a matter of importance specifically for his benefit, one that ought to require a certain level of clear-headedness and stability but I suppose I am not Lozaal. Once he met with us, he was fairly drunk and looked somewhat overly pleased with himself. I am glad he had fun dancing but we have a mission! I cleared his mind of the alcohol in order to give us the best chances of success. (He can go drinking again afterwards if he is so inclined). He was not best pleased but that is too bad. If we had been caught, we would have felt consequences - especially with what actually happened during the heist.
 
I stayed outside for most of it, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious and following on the telepathic channel. Not much was happened with a face from the past stomped into view. Two faces, I should say. The ettin from the Cogs from such a long time ago! They were here! And they recognised me! They called me capitalist scum, likely a reference for me preventing that factory owner from getting his legs broken as he was behind on protection money from whatever gang, I forget - it was a long time ago. I again was flustered with the situation and went with it despite severely resenting the term. I managed to inform the rest of them of their prescence and they appropriately hod. According to them, this ogre may be being looked after by this gang despite his protests. That may be some of the consequences I spoke of earlier. If that ettin puts 2 and 2 together, they may draw a connection between the sword disappearing and seeing me. I hope not but we shall see.
 
They left after a a while when they managed to sneak the sword from the ogre. Warden turned into another creature - a giant owl - in order to leave with it. For a moment, I saw the giant purple sword bobbing in the sky like a balloon. It was surreal. We all made our way away from the building. Warden flew outside of town where I confirmed he is safe and Zedd will confirm his location. Dax and I met back up at Clifftop and Lozaal...we believe he is back celebrating. I fully expect a hangover in the morning from him.