We arrived back to Fiddletown and we spent the night shopping for near gear and selling old gear. It was odd to have a second voice in my head again, but also very comforting. I realize now that during the long travels into the mountain and through the two trials I seem to get lost in my own head a lot. Certain thoughts burrow into my mind and become near addictions. For the longest time it was the meaning of the symbols. Now with Vic here she helps keep me a little more focused in the moment.
We spent a lot of time talking with Rufio around the topics of magic items and artifacts. We told him any future items we find we would let him know. Basically, he would be the first shopkeeper we would tell. I struggled with not telling him about Vic, but I fear what would happen to her if people in power found out about her presence. I can't lose her, not before I figure out her entire power and how it could benefit us in saving the world.
After that we went and grabbed a large amount of healing potions. Seems like they'll come in handy with how difficult these trials have been.
We decided to put our feet up for the evening and head over to the Canopy for dinner. Has to be the fanciest place in town and it was fun to enjoy it with this family. It definitely took some people outside their comfort zone, which is always good. While eating we were approached by Baron Maltrix. She told us she found a large section of land up north to cut down a lot of trees. This certainly didn't sit well with Crestin and Rheda. Maltrix and Crestin had a bit of a spat and Maltrix walked away in a huff. I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but the wind somehow blew the leaf in a way that Matrix and her group lost their balance and she quickly went overboard falling to her doom. Lucky for her, we sprung into action. I saved her using a simple feather fall spell before she crashed into the ground. Maybe this bit of good will (and quick thinking) will relax some of the tension between the baron and our group. Maybe it won't. Maybe she'll learn not to be so clumsy when you're 250 feet up in the air. We finished our meal and made our way to the inn to rest for the night. I spent most of it chatting with Vic, but slept really hard on these really comfortable beds.
The next day we met with Baron McDuffey and started chatting with a professor named Efram.