We had a... real intense dinner date. Honestly, little pissed. The Baron didn't bother to let us know that Gilead an' Maltrex were gonna be at dinner. Some other bitches showed up, from Garrison and the thorny one. Basically, the bad guys are gettin' more bodies to throw around. The hot one has a rep for not carin' so much about money, might be worth hittin' up. Keph did some talkin', Crestin did some talkin'. Crestin was real pissed. Can't say I blame him. Sitdown with the bad guys shoulda been pitched. Don't like that.
Yeah. I dunno. Feel like the group is splinterin' a little bit? Keph n' Crestin buttin' heads, Sprig off n' missin'. Ostra, she's inscruta - inscr - fuckin' hard to read. Norhm - a brick. Rahlak - so clearly at odds with the rest of us. United? Fuckin' barely. Honest, I gotta do somethin', otherwise, we're all gonna get fucked. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not this year, but sometime. We oughta work out our differences, or we're gonna shatter like a misshapen bullet in the barrel. I'm gonna do somethin'. Not sure what, yet, but dammit, this shit is killing me.
In other news, I feel like I'm vibin' with Crestin. Was gonna talk to 'im, really lay it out, after dinner. I was dressed up cute, had the right amount o' booze. Then, right out the door behind me comes Norhm, just hangin' out right there. Fuckin' killed the damn mood. Did get some real words outta Crestin, though, so not a total loss. Went to bed real hot an' bothered.
Fuckkit. Let's get this shit done. Team meeting.