It was an interesting day.
One that started as profound and near boring as most other days, the same busy city, loud crowds, empty wallets and stomachs. Neverwinter hardly was what I would call beautiful this time of the year and once more I found myself dreaming about other sceneries while telling my stories in the tavern. That burly lass, Nysqwen seems to have come around quite a bit although you never know with these Dragonborn, what part of their tales root in reality and how much is grasped from thin air.
Only after recognizing master Grum among the tavern guests was it, that things started to change. He and his old companion, Gundren Steinsucher were planning an expedition of sorts to a nearby town by the name of Phandalin. And for some reason, Anataea seemed quite eager to get me going with them. Maybe on our travels, we might be getting an insight as to what was happening to our brothers and sisters?
I would have loved to venture out with my friend Grum even for the sake of seeing new places, but Anataeas worries give me even more incentive to go and keep my eyes and ears wide open. Knowledge, after all, is power. Well, this and music of course! I will not fail her, nor our cause to help our friends! And as for my music, this adventure may just prove a wellspring of inspiration.
In our illustrious company, this Nysqwen will join us, as well as a young lad, thin and pale, goes by the name of Archibald. We will see, what he is made from soon enough... We will depart on the morrow, so one last night to marvel at the scenery of quiet stars shining on a lone figure on the roof tops over Neverwinter.