The Apple is still on the Tree

Arriving at Ponvarus, we were met with quite the party. Several guards waited for our arrival, or more precisely the arrival of the queen and nakor.
A lot of bowing and kow-powing later, Nakor talked himself out of prison and we were escorted to some bureucrat that asked us about the happenings in Aeryon.
Several hours of boring talkings later, we found ourselves with a new companion. A young, somewhat sketchy frankonian bureucrat, who seems to be a master in asking questions.
 
After making amends with the barkeep, we found out that the elusive Timmy had decided to fight a hydra with his friends. This of course sent Kazagal of the shelf and we found ourselves marching to kill a hydra. For fucks sake.
We found it, of course, and the kids. I relieved the snake of two of his heads, and it soon fell to us. The kids were all alright, although calling them kids seems a bit overzealous. Timmy is almost as old as me, and is still at college. Fucking halfwit. Made sure to tell him that as well.
The win soon soured, when we saw that fucking devil from Nova Aera stand above the mouth of the cave. Nakor, once again in his overzealous form that burned the king, made an effort to fly towards him but soon fell over on the ground.
 
We nevertheless made our way out of the cave, and onto our boat. The belt that was dropped by the Hydra got my attention for the night, and I am now wielding a dwarven belt that allows me to talk dwarvish. Great banter will be had with Joric. Tomorrow we aim to do some errands. After an afternoon and evening of hydraslaying, I'll say that Jeanne has suprised me in a good way this far.
A day of dealings will be had tomorrow, so the examination of Jeanne continues. I do hope that we won't need to have another Nova Aera-moment.