Letter 13 (session 2)

*Written in Druidic*
To my Dear Celia
 
So, today was a an interesting day
 
Following on from my last letter the new found group I'm allied with have collectively decided to follow the little mokuna, to attempt to close another tear. Thankfully when we arrived to the other side there was another tavern, and one that I hadn't been barred from purchasing from. Even more thankfully the little Rat of a Leishu didn't emerge from the portal with us, hopefully that's the last we see of her. The gold elf also didn't emerge, which doesn't seem to be that great a loss either
 
The Bartender was a fellow dwarf named Lottodad Squire, he was a truly kind soul and a fantastic brewer. He had a daughter Frannie who was a kind and quiet soul, visibly heartbroken, apparently by some demon who laid with her then disappeared. You would have liked them. I do hope we can return their kindness some day.
As soon as we arrived we were offered drinks consistently and they were incredible! I haven't had good dwarven ale for a long time, and it reminded me of home. Didn't realize it had been so long since I saw my early childhood home.
I do hope we can return the Squire's kindness some day.
 
While we were drinking and making merry, the others began to speak to the bartender about a possible tear he may had seen, and then being referred to his daughter as she was an alchemist and he was simply a brewer.
She requested that we go and collect a vial from her lab downstairs as she needed to man the bar, and bloody Gurvel volunteered to go down, to which I of course followed him to prevent to oaf from doing more harm than good, and that did not go well...
We were also asked to collect another keg of ale while downstairs, and somehow Gurvel the fool, tainted the keg, I've still no idea how he managed to do such a thing, but I clearly need to remain more aware of his actions in future.
The tainting that he did to the keg rapidly spread around the bar as more and more patrons began to show various effects, some shrunk to about 3 inches like yours truly, some began to apparently see things that no others could, some began to perform like grand bards, some men became women and visa versa and some even became frogs!
There's even a few people who seemed to be effected by a love potion including Frannie, who drank a second mug of ale and became a man as well. But you know me, I'll rarely pass up some lewd fun. We enjoyed each other despite my height and her being a man, and even when the more physical effects subsided continued for just a moment longer. After which when we returned, sadly she opted to brew a potion of forgetting.
That kinda hurt...
 
After all that nonsense happened, Gurvel decided that we all had to play the whole "get to know each other game" which was about as enjoyable as a pinecone up the arse. Regardless I did learn some more about these travelling companions:
 
Gurvel the foolish oaf only has one arm I discovered. I think I'll call him stumpy one day, though the humor of it will be lost on him. Turns out he is a follower of the Alpha. THAT Alpha, aye. Been a long time since I met someone with his devotion. I admit its admirable, although i imagine devotion come easier with less intelligence.
Syrus claims to be a good tracker, which is a skill that will most definitely come in handy depending on our environment and future tasks.
Lucidius apparently had a rough childhood. I feel for the fella. He claims to be or have been seeking a family of his own. I wish him the best in that struggle. It's not easy.
Talutah, the naive Lupo decided to join this merry band of fuck wits to go on an adventure?! Honestly... Young people these days...
Mura, our bartender is apparently an alchemist and is travelling to try and learn more about it. Seems a weird choice.
the rest of them I don't really care about their desires so I simply didn't pay attention as I'm sure you could imagine.
 
Now, were off to join a hunt with the chieftain of a very well respected clan and his sons, sadly the name of which escapes me as of writing this letter.
 
That's all I've got for you today sadly.
Hope you're doing well
Your friend,
Arty