Entry: After Return

I am now Gallant Blackguard. Carrying the name feels as incredible as I expected it to. Perhaps moreso. I have been rewelcomed, and absolved of my crime, and have brought with me objects of worth for Bakwa.
 
I did not quite receive the amount of adulation that I had expected, but somehow I do not mind. They are not as receptive to my tome as I had expected them to be, but somehow I do not mind. If I were a man of ego, I would mark these factors as tenements marking a built maturity, but I lack the time for that. There are more urgent matters at hand.
 
Namely, a matter of dry fields, and of vicinity to wendols. My journey proved fruitful with knowledge that an entire encampment of them lies less than half a week from our home.
 
With the ground growing bare, a neighboring settlement disappearing, and the knowledge of enemies more nearby than expected, I suspect my own duty is yet to be done.
 
No, that feels less than succinct to say. To call it my duty is to act as if I bear obligation. Wanting the safety of Bakwa is no obligation - I do not feel it as a weight borne upon my ankles.
 
A chosen responsibility is perhaps more adequate a descriptor. If I truly fancy myself worthy of the name I've taken, it only naturally follows that I carry on, and enhance, the Blackguard legacy.
 
It is not enough that I have returned with boons for our people. It would not be enough to confer with a council and decide the fate of Bakwa.
 
I have power. I have experience. I have information. And I refuse to do nothing with those.
 
I am conferring now, with a man who fancies himself to be... what was the word he chose. "Archaeologist"? A man who studies the archaic. Quite a descriptor to choose. I have heard mutterings from a few folk about his interest being without meaning, but I find his conference of immense use.
 
I think he found conference with me of use, too. An interesting distraction from dread. His own son is yet to return, and I am certain occupying his time with these matters helps to take his mind away from worry.
 
We're working to find the location of a place of use. Another tower, it seems. Given the nature of the one our people have found already, this one is likely to deliver similar bounty. Information. Possible objects of use. And perhaps a vantage point to find a new location to move to.
 
Lio and I will
 
Right. I've forgotten to write about Lio.
 
I found the fellow on my return trip to Bakwa. He's foolish. Perhaps moreso than Gut was. But I could not leave the man alone in a dangerous place, so he traveled by my side back here.
 
I know I've called him foolish, but I would by no means call him a fool. He has fast reflexes, a sturdy will, and some capacity for magic. Some amount of fondness for him has grown on me despite his dull wit, and so I find myself sponsoring his presence here in Bakwa.
 
People do not trust him yet. And he exhibits a tendency to speak out of turn, as if he never considers any time inappropriate for levity.
 
But, once he and I have been of service to Bakwa, I am certain fondness for him will grow on their hearts as well.
 
He and I will, once recovered from our experiences, head toward this tower, find out what we can, and return, to help Bakwa further. He seems to have had more difficulty with our trip than I, and suffers from some mild stomach pain. Oh well. Surely some rest will help him. And then, we will see what lies to be found.
 
Well, either that or we'll find ourselves concerned with a scouting trip to that abandoned settlement. My preference lies with the former.
 
There is more to be done for Bakwa, and I choose to do it.