The Troubles of One Man Alone

Kraken. A bloody kraken.
 
I did not believe it when i saw it on the horizon. The several tales I've heard over the years combined into one giant raising of every hair on my body. There was however sailors perishing, and honor demands we help them.
We waited for the kraken to disappear beneath the ocean and then set full sail towards the shipwrecked. Several sailors sadly got snapped in the sharkinfested waters, but we managed to save 8 of them.
 
Arriving in Nova Aera, we immediately found ourself in the Salty Bucket, the best place for a sailor staying a night in Nova Aera. What I imagined would be a fun night with some new contacts and some dear reunions soon spiraled out of control.
While we spoke shortly with an oddly dressed man in the bar, soon dodging out for believing that he was too dodgy, Nakor in particular seemed to grow an interest in this mans crooked behaviour and decided to eavesdrop on him, while invisible.
The man not only noticed him, but angrily noticed him. This all led to Nakor being threatened to get his soul stolen. I really don't get how one tiny man can get himself in this much trouble.
 
We are now not wanted only by Aeryon, but also by a literal devil, it seems like. I really should stop being surprised, everything can happen with this absolute bloody kraken-shit of a chaosmonger onboard.
 
Me and the Mercenary was adamantly clear with the trickster that this is a mess he must clean up himself, before us going to Franconia. I believed that he got the message, but as soon as he returned after setting out to fix the situation, a monkey was incinerated in a large ball of fire and several people died in the explosion.
The trickster of course stood in the middle, smiling. The fuckhead is unkillable, but at least he's on our side. It's just a problem that it no longer is clear whether that is a boon or a literal curse.
 
After dealing with the local demon-hunters, we set sail in the morning. I dearly hope that we've left the devil-dealing business behind us now, I intend to not let it bother me anymore. I am already way off course of finding out the truth of the Horned Merchants.
 
We sail for Ponvarus. I intend to arrive in Ponvarus on time and without the ship blowing up, and if that craves me throwing Nakor overboard or placing him in chains by the ballast, then that is what I'll do.