I needed something to break the monotony...

WHAT AN INCREDIBLY DULL PLACE....there isn't much to do and even less to steal...well unless I went after one of the caravan leader coffers but that might prove a bit harder in a small camp-like atmosphere. There not enough folk around to maintain a level of anonymity among them. Ah well, I still need to make some coin here, enough to live anyway....and enough to send to her.
 
Apparently there is work to be found even in a small a place as this, but it's all a bit too dangerous at the moment, I mean really, what would I accomplish against a Basilisk, no.. thank ..you. I manages to spy a job that would suit my talents best, but some ridiculous oaf ripped it off the board before I caught of glimpse of what it paid. Turns out the oaf was friendly with a pair dwarves that seem as though they'd be good in a fight. And then along came a halfling, a Timnothy Bramblethorn, who seemed like an alright chap, perhaps even a good scapegoat if needed.
 
In any case, the oaf, known now to me a Breg of No-family, and the Dwarves, Schmitty and Ferrak..... I might be mistaken, it can be difficult to understand a drunkard, happen to be looking for another compatriot, so I made myself known to them and won them over instantly, they even wished for me to be the "face-man" of the group. I have no desire to be in any lime light, bad for business. We met with a representative of the Merchant's guild...now here is a most beautiful mark if I've ever seen one; entitled, wealthy, a brillant merchant, no doubt, but dumb as a stump when it comes to common sense. I will have to find out where he is straying when we return, and where he keeps his purse...
 
He sent us to investigate a lost caravan, no doubt bandits on the roads or some such nonsense. How fortunate that we must rent a wagon, I could fake a nap to spy on the group and keep an eye out for our charge. Ah, Amaia, what would I do without you my sweet darling. She found the first of the destroyed carts. It seems whoever took the caravan and it's drivers, watchmen and passengers had no need for the food that came with them. What sort of creature do not require sustenance? and even more worrysome, what sort of creature keeps prisoners but no way to feed them? We quickened our pace at the mere thought. Again my lovely Amaia proved to be our greatest ally, what more could one expect from such a perfect companion.
 
What creatures don't require rations or water? imps, a demon and their followers, queried answered. Not wanting to draw swords directly against these creatures, at least not until the odds are a bit more in our favor, Mr. Bramblethorn and I sought to release the few guards left from their initial assault and where successful, however they proved to be little aid. As it were, I would have to draw my blade and was quite dashing I might add, a pierced liver here, a bit of intestines' there, Truly a showman of the sword, yet while I alone battle their magic user, the devil placed his hand upon me and sucked the very life from my body. Mr Bramblethorn again aided me and restored my vitality. Perhaps I shan't use him as a scapegoat. Schmitty proved to be quite the Unexpected handful, these devils had no idea what hit them, I believe the dwarf felled most of these demonic foes. In any case we managed to save some of the cargo and even more of the innocent folk and retuned to our small dull ...perhaps not entirely dull..camp. Now where did that jolly rich fat man get too?