Brigan 11

Dearest Diary,
 
What an exciting night it has been! I had just finished packing when one of those adventurers stopped by my office, hoping to enlist my aid in their scheme, as part of their payment for escorting me to Tenebrous. By Chandra, they were serious before??!
 
Later that night, when they told me what they were planning to do, I was severely tempted to warn the Ogre. But then I thought how satisfying it would be to tweak his fat nose one more time before leaving. Their "plan" wasn't that impressive, but I was confidant I could have convinced the Ogre that I was a hostage if we were caught. So against, my better judgement, I went along with it. And I'm glad I did (not that I'll ever admit it to the adventurers). It was truly the most fun I've had in a while. Finding traps, dispelling wards, and fighting monsters? Maybe there's something to this adventuring business. Plus I got the Ogre's own spellbook out of the excursion.
 
That being said, these adventurer's lack a bit of sense and cohesion (two of them just waited outside), especially that Erwood character. He reminds me of a particular type of student that I get in my classes from time to time: a prodigy, eager to learn and achieve mastery, but without a drop of real guile or awareness. He would excel in his studies without noticing the target he paints on his back for the other students. They would collectively chew him up, spit him out and sending him packing, usually alive, sometimes dead. Meanwhile, like many new students who arrive from the surrounding villages, Olma has her expectations on the verge of being crushed and her self esteem destroyed. The other two don't really seem to have much personality (although I've never seen a Killoren in person, so that was nice).
 
Anyway, I must leave you for now. My after-office-hours guest seems to have sobered up enough for another round.