The Short Of It

I guess I should start at the beginning. I ran out basically, I left my duties and studies to find my father. I left the castle’s safety to figue out if Father is alive, The rumors i was hearing at first were most of the incoming refugees were coming from the area around Norwich.
 
I met Thorin, in a tavern in Illyara. He just wanted away from the castle, and figured I shouldn’t be alone. He told me I was young and stupid but he also understood my quest. Of course he understood coin more.
 
I never thought the wilds would be like this. Maybe I was hoping rumors of someone pillaging villages were false. Then Norwich. I saw it, for myself. The people there are few and oppressed.The soldiers are not human. They are empty. More rumors have me heading my party north.
 
My strength grows. The Druid magic is growing inside me with each battle. My cantrips come easily now and do not cause me loss of magic energy.
 
Thorin has found his wife in one of the villages we found refuge and supplies in. Ulfa is funny. She can make weapons, magic ones. Seeing them together again makes me miss Boz.
 
JJ, is really a mage. He has lost his memory but he’s a mage. I am betting a powerful one. Not so sure about his soul reaper weapon, but what do I know, being so young, as Thorin says.
 
We have finished a skirmish at the Monastery. The monks were surprised to see us and weary of us. Not surprised by that at all. They have allowed us to stay the evening to rest and given us supplies for our journey.
 
Oh yeah, I met a red dragon born and he wants to join our little crazy group.