Arnora
Arnora
Arnora is a guardsman for the capital city of Altenheim, but ever since her first patrol has been given all the paperwork from her department, keeping her stuck behind a desk instead of on the streets.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Broad and muscular
Facial Features
Grey eyes, straight nose, brunette hair in a short, tight braid. Seems perpetually exhausted.
Physical quirks
Has hidden markings around her neck, wrists and ankles
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Arnora was spirited away as a teenager for what she later learned was about a month, after which she noticed the markings for the first time, and lost the ability to become angry. Wanting to make a difference in her community, and to make productive use of her strength, she joined the city guard. On her first excursion with a criminal, however, she accidentally killed him when he drew a knife and stabbed her in the side, his abdomen crushed in. Arnora is still not sure how she did this. After this incident her colleagues in the guard subtly shifted all the paperwork onto her to keep her off the streets, preventing her from doing the job she's worked all this time to get.
Gender Identity
Female but has always felt more comfortable with attire and activities considered masculine or agender, will never wear a dress for any reason (mainly because they don't fit her shoulders)
Sexuality
Sex-positive asexual, demi-biromantic
Education
Learned to read and speak other languages during her basic training as a guard. Intended to apply to the Academy of Swords after her tenure in the capital, but never got the chance to follow through with this. Has limited knowledge of the world and academic subjects unless such subjects can be applied in a practical and tangible way to her life
Employment
Was raised in her family's business, later moved on to join the city guard
Failures & Embarrassments
Has a history of not knowing her own strength; slaps on the back leave people winded, handshakes cause actual pain, and she often breaks delicate objects
Mental Trauma
Lost the ability to feel anger after being spirited away, and feels estranged from the rest of society as a result. Is mildly depressed as a result.
Intellectual Characteristics
Has very good spatial awareness and has studied hard to make the best use of her strength
Morality & Philosophy
The world is a cesspool and so even a little kindness is a great thing indeed, compared to the darkness around it
Taboos
Harming innocents, sexual assault
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To do the right thing because it needs doing; to make a difference, no matter how small
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Complex and esoteric topics such as advanced mathematics, linguistic theory, philosophy and arcanic jargon make her head hurt
Likes & Dislikes
Enjoys the company of honest, genuine people
Feels deeply uncomfortable around those who hide their true selves
Virtues & Personality perks
Will almost always try to do the right thing
Vices & Personality flaws
Is easily outplayed by those more intelligent or better-prepared than her; is vulnerable to bureaucracy
Personality Quirks
Covers up completely below the jaw, feels very anxious letting anyone see her markings
Hygiene
Keeps her hair in a tight, short braid to lessen the need to wash it, though is still fairly clean
Social
Family Ties
Family were commoners
Social Aptitude
Is largely content to sit back and let those more intelligent than her deal with social situations, providing 'persuasion' as needed. Mostly shows up to situations with the intent of looking scary and thus de-escalation rather than inciting violence
Mannerisms
Seems perpetually exhausted
Speech
Low and coarse, reverts to her birth accent when speaking her mother tongue
Alignment
Neutral Good
Age
28
Date of Birth
2nd of Summertide 1657
Birthplace
Outskirts of Altenheim
Children
Current Residence
Altenheim Guard Barracks
Gender
Female
Eyes
Grey
Hair
Auburn
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Neutral
Height
6'3''
Weight
170lbs
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Failure
I failed.
I fucking failed.
Nathaniel's dead. He's gone and I wasn't even there. Aman too. Eliza's left and we lost the cart and I don't know what the fuck we're meant to do now.
We went to this creepy tavern owned by a vampire with these sleep runes in the mattresses, nearly died to wolves, and then when we finally got to a village, nearly died again to skeletons in some guy's basement. Aman was killed and beheaded by this elf lady and her friends, she's part of a group whose name I can't spell right so I'm not going to bother. They're the ones who want the time-warping spinny thing we got for Marty, and they think that by turning back time they can stop their empire from being destroyed. Lunatics, the lot of them. If that wasn't bad enough, when we finally got back on the road the Beast arrived. Yeah, that Beast. Just swallowed the village whole and started chasing after us, antlers and all. The horses bolted so we went looking for them, met this dwarf lady called Milkeye Ferris, who can talk to rats apparently. We did find the horses - dead in a cave, killed by these blood monster things. It was getting bad so I called Angry out, but then I got sort of shunted back to the front, like they were pushing me forward so they could back off. Then I figured out why. Nathaniel was gone, bled out, and I wasn't even there to say goodbye to him. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there and cried, holding his hand.
We planned to bury him somewhere nicer, so we carried him back to the cart, but this fey lady was going through our stuff and Eliza had left us a note, explaining why she left. I didn't know what to do anymore so I threatened her, but despite that she agreed to go with us, along with Ferris. Her name's Sennia. We all ran away, as the Beast was catching up, and managed to find a cabin to hide out in. Sennia told us why she was there - she's the servant of the Summer Queen and wanted Aman's severed head. We were thinking of ways to try and revive him, but this kind of magic is beyond us, and since Aman came from fey magic, we figured this Queen might at least be more able to help him than we could. We gave Sennia the head, and tried to rest.
Calm and Angry decided to talk to me. Apparently they noticed we were nearly dying all the time, and I was ruder than I should've been. I blamed myself for all of this and would've been crabbier if I wasn't so exhausted by it all. Calm said they were going to help me out, fuse me with some of the others, and I didn't really have time to ask before they went ahead. All this shards and voices stabbed into me from all directions, and it was so loud and so much that I thought my head was going to split open. When I finally woke up, it was...probably the weirdest thing I've ever experienced. I could see from all angles, all along my neck and left shoulder, as if I had eyes there, and I could feel things moving around beneath my skin. It was different from the ants, though. With them it's like something is changing when it shouldn't. This was more like the change had already happened. The others told me what I looked like, said I really did have eyes on my neck and shoulder, and all these mouths speaking in different voices. The others had also transformed - Kestrel was on fire, Ferris looked like a ghoul, Alastair had all these floating scraps of paper around him, and Sennia got...prettier. Fey thing, apparently. I like her but that pisses me off.
We didn't get to bury Nathaniel in the end. We got chased by some ghosts, so we just laid him on the bed and burned the house down, escaped through this hatch in the floor. I wish we could've given him a grave of some kind, but from what I hear he'd have wanted to be burned. I just hope the Beast can't do anything to him now. Sennia did save us all, led us to a fey party where we met with the Summer Queen. I'd heard stories about the fey but didn't realise so much of it was true. She was insane, terrifying, thought we were interesting so did these weird checks on us. Thankfully she seemed happy with Aman's head, so we were safe at the party. Sennia and Kestrel got really high off the food and drink, but they're fine now. The Queen even protected us from this creepy guy at the party. I mean, she ordered Sennia to break his arms in front of everyone, so that was disturbing. But I was supposed to be looking after Sennia at that time, so I'm glad the Queen stepped in, stopped another of my friends getting hurt.
We're resting right now. Well, the others are. I'm tired but I can't sleep. Calm apparently took me over while we were in the vampire's tavern, to reply to a message I left, basically refusing to talk to me until we get to wherever it is we're going. We were originally going to try and revive Aman in Ostoya, but we gave his head to the Queen, so I don't know anymore. My friends keep dying and I can't seem to do anything about it. How long before Alistair goes? Would it be me next, or the two new ones? I don't want to die, but the thought of them dying scares me more. If this happens again I don't know what I'm going to do.
The Queen mentioned I was experimented on by demons. Nathaniel did mention seeing a demonic face when he looked in Angry's mind. I don't know what this means. Am I supposed to kill the one who did this to me? Or, us?
I hope we get to Ostoya soon. I can't take much more of this.
I'm Not Alone
Oh boy.
So we left Altenheim to go meet with this archmage guy, Martorius? Probably not spelling that right, he said to call him Marty so I'll do that. His castle is weird and confusing and I don't like it, much like its owner, but to be fair without him we'd be much, much worse off. While we were getting this weird dimensional thing for him Nathaniel got cursed by these other wizard guys who apparently have a magazine, so when we got the thing we asked Marty for help dealing with that. Now, the wizard guys told me I also had a curse, where I would've eventually turned into a tree monster. I'd noticed some stuff but didn't think anything of it - I was keeping an eye out for the other me in the mirror, since I saw it one time and got really paranoid. I needed to keep an eye on it in case it took over again. I didn't realise I was acting strange even when I went into this room in Marty's castle, where there was this copy of me that copied all my movements exactly, so we just ended up staring at each other. I needed to keep watch on it, or someone could get hurt. Thankfully the others were able to talk some sense into me. Marty said he could deal with both our curses, and we ended up dealing with mine first.
So yes, we went inside my head.
It wasn't as bizarre as I was expecting. In all honesty I'd expected it to just not make sense, but it looked almost exactly like Altenheim, just darker and spikier. Marty asked if there was any place I feared, as this would be where the curse probably was, so we ended up going to the Inquisition headquarters. I hope Nathaniel didn't take that the wrong way. We fought a bunch of inquisitors, including one giant one, which nearly killed us, and it turned out we couldn't heal while inside my head for...magical reasons, which really pissed me off. Wish Marty had just told us that, but he seemed to think we were too dumb to understand. I don't get magic stuff, but Alistair definitely would, he's good at this. During the fight I tried to rage, but this fleshy THING appeared and started attacking me specifically, all teeth and eyes and muscle whipping around. I flipped my shit, but we managed to fight it off. From what the others said, this is what I look like when the other me takes over, so that's...scary. When we went inside the chapterhouse, we saw...things. It's pretty fuzzy, but I know I saw myself as a girl. These creatures were hurting me, and two figures were talking about something. Later we found this courtyard where another inquisitor and his cronies were waiting, and after beating them this mirrored sphere came up out of the ground, which was apparently the curse. Marty dealt with that, thank the Seraphs.
Oh, by the way, Eliza is a Seraph? Sort of? I don't get it, but from what the others have said she's in a lot of danger because of it. That I do understand, and I'll stand with the others to protect her.
Once my curse was dealt with, we headed over to the barracks to try and rest up, as we were badly injured at that point. No healing, remember? We could use bandages but not spells, and we had no potions, so there was only so much we could do. Really we only stuck around because I wanted to try and talk to the...angry thing. Make no mistake, if there'd been trouble then I intended to run. My curiosity isn't worth their lives. But I wanted to ask it some questions, what it wanted, why it kept trying to eat people. We started heading to the archives in the barracks, where I did all that damn paperwork, and there was this massive puppet version of me giving us directions, which wasn't creepy at all. The walls were all paper stacks, but after a while we spotted the report I was looking for stuck out - the statement after I accidentally killed that poor bastard that got me stuck doing paperwork to begin with. I wanted to see if I'd missed anything, if I could learn something. Instead there was this whole section of the interview that I don't remember, at all, where I just gave really short answers and tried to leave as soon as possible.
The others saw something and told me not to look up, but apparently there was this really spindly thing watching us from around the corner. We found a shortcut - I think? - deeper into my head, so we jumped down the ominous hole and then were in this weird, dark void full of random stuff and memories. This was more what I thought the inside of my head would look like. After a few seconds these doorways opened around us, and the two figures from before showed up. One was super tall, skinny and dark with this raspy voice, and the other was the tooth and muscle thing that attacked me. The skinny thing said we shouldn't be here, and everyone started defending me, agreeing when I argued I should be welcome in my own head. The things REALLY didn't want us there. Eventually they agreed to negotiate, and the rest of the party named them: the skinny one is Calm, and the angry one is...well, Angry. Calm explained some things, and...
I think I have multiple personalities.
Angry is just one of them - the one that comes out when I'm pissed off - and Calm said they've come out a few times, including in the interview section I don't remember. I can't even process that, the idea that someone else can just take over my body and do whatever they want, and I won't even remember. If I think about it too hard I start to panic, so let's move on. Calm also came out when I killed the guy, cut his throat, so I officially have no idea what happened there. While trying my best not to completely freak out, I asked Calm to talk to me, and any others (good gods I have no idea how many people may be inside my head) to just ask me for what they wanted, instead of taking over without me knowing. I think they agreed, which is a relief. After that we agreed to leave, and I went to sit down while Nathaniel got his curse sorted out.
Okay. Okay. Oh gods.
From what they said, I'm...sort of like them? As in, I'm not...the owner of this body, I'm just sharing it with them. I guess that's why they were annoyed we went in there, as it's their head too. Fuck, the ants are back. Honestly? I'm terrified. I could just find myself in the middle of nowhere, or have said or done something awful to my friends, and I wouldn't know about it or be able to stop it. Angry has definitely tried to kill them in the past, and Calm seems...well, like they'd do anything to keep me, or us, safe. I don't know what's going to happen and I'm so scared that I can't sleep.
Well, for now, this part is for...anyone else that wakes up in my body. I've seen a play about this, and I have no idea how accurate it is, but if everyone else is also forgetting when they aren't at the wheel, then I need to tell them what's going on.
Hi. I'm Arnora, and I've talked to Calm and Angry about communicating with anyone else inside my, or our, head. If you don't know where you are, what's happening or who you're with, then this next bit is for you. We're travelling to the other side of the continent with some friends and our boss, and if you aren't with anyone I talk about here then we probably don't know them. The cranky guy in armour is Nathaniel, the bookworm-looking guy is Alistair, the veiled lady is Eliza, and the one that's always saying and trying to eat weird things is Kestrel, and our boss is Aman, the posh guy. I know these people and they're our friends, so if you're confused just tell them what's happening and they'll look after you. If they're not around then try asking for them.
Okay, I hope that works. I'll leave the next page blank if anyone wants to say anything to me.
Okay.
Flight from Altenheim
Gotta right this one quickly. Don't have much time.
The others were out on a hunt and Nathaniel woke up with a hangover, so I went with him to get some bacon. Met this butcher, pretty nice but a bit too good of a salesman, we ended up buying this haunch of frost bear for pretty penny. Hope Kestrel was able to make use of it like she said, otherwise that's coin we may not see again. Anyway, we were coming back to the tavern when the pillock of a chaptermaster cornered us. He was there for Nathaniel to ask about the rage potions, and a ring that was also apparently stolen? I knew he'd be trouble, but figured this was Nathaniel's fight, so I just stayed nearby in case anything bad happened. The guy did have a lackey, so it was only fair I keep the numbers even.
The guy started taunting him about a friend that he claimed the Inquisition had tortured to death, kept rubbing salt in the wound and just generally being nasty. Nathaniel's not in a good way anyway, so I was already on edge, but with this something started happening. I was really aware of my heartbeat and this pressure seemed to build up in my chest, it was like nothing else existed but his stupid face, and I just wanted to smash it in and shut him up for good. The ants were crawling like crazy and my bones were on fire. I wanted to fucking kill him. I wanted it so bad that after a while I just couldn't stop myself, and that's where my memory cuts out.
Next thing I know I'm on the ground, the bastard and his lackey are dead, and Aman was there telling us to leave so he could clean up. From what I heard later we - or I, I suppose - may have accidentally started a war. Apparently I went berserk again and attacked the chaptermaster, and Nathaniel and Aman had to cover for me while I tried to rip his head off. I believe them - I can taste blood at the back of my throat and between my teeth. Aman said he'd cover up the situation as best he could, but we're being sent to an archmage's castle while things cool down here and he handles the politics, even warned us that we may never be able to come back.
I'm going to see if I can talk to whatever takes over when I go crazy. I am not going to let whatever this thing is hurt my friends. It's already shown that it doesn't care about them by attacking them in the tavern. Once that's done I'll send a letter to poor Borisov, to let him know I can't meet up like I promised. I just hope the Inquisition don't somehow track this back to him.
Secrets
Alain's dead.
I'm not angry, though to be honest I wasn't expecting to be. I'd kind of hoped I would be, maybe as some vain confirmation that I cared or something, but nope. But I do feel...weird. Sort of unsettled, like I can't sit still or think about anything else, and there's this hollow feeling in my gut that's been there for a while now. The ants are back, worse than ever, but I'm pretty sure they aren't causing this. I keep thinking about it, trying to figure out how I could've done something more, something better, but no matter how hard I try I just keep going in circles.
I didn't really know him well. Secretive guy. Only learned earlier today that he could turn into a ghost - poked his head through a wall and scared the shit out of me. Then when we cornered and finished off one of the doctors in Delacroix's house, he just...ran through the nearest wall. That was the last time I saw him alive. I was too injured to do anything, so I called for help and hoped the boys would get there in time. Sat there being tended by the maid just...worrying, completely useless and hoping I did good. But in the end it didn't matter. Not even sure if it was my fault or not, or if knowing would be better or worse.
I don't know.
I don't know.
The others got roughed up pretty badly too, already being tended to when I finally got over there, so I at least got that right. Then my skin decided to peel off my fingers, and this time of all times the others noticed. I honestly thought that Nathaniel would arrest me then and there, and...and I'm not sure what I would've done if he had. Instead Alistair pulled out the same weird scales I'd made during the fight - well sort of, not exactly the same but still similar - and Nathaniel said he had something similar but to do with his soul instead of his body. So, both of them are...kind of like me, and from what they've said Alain probably was too. Our new boss was pretty cryptic, as usual, so nothing useful out of him just yet.
Now we're just sitting around waiting for Delacroix to get back so we can arrest the twat for everything he's done. I'm going to knock at least one of his teeth out. For Alain.
I think I'll go and get a healer's kit. Could've used it earlier.
Might help make sure this never happens again.
Turning Point
I'm hungry.
I'm so fucking hungry.
My entire body is on fire and I have pins and needles so badly I can barely hold the pencil I'm using right now, but it's better than before. Feels like there was a release. Like running yourself out after getting too much energy in your legs. And no matter how much I ate - like an hour ago, less - the aching and gnawing wouldn't go away. It's still here as I sit writing this, even though I can tell I've overeaten every time I move.
Context. Right.
We arrested Delacroix and got just a little justice for Alain. Turns out the guy was after a magical cure-all to save himself from some disease that's been eating him alive all this time, and not just sating some morbid curiosity. I didn't knock any of his teeth out in the end, because I got it. I didn't like it, and I didn't forgive him for his part in Alain's death, but I got why he did it. No point in punching a guy who's already on his way out. Some other random fuckery happened since then, got a couple new...party members? I guess we're a party now. Kestrel. Naive as all hells, but also ready to bite your fingers off at a moment's notice. And then later we got Eliza, who I know almost nothing about, but she's definitely more than she seems. They were both nice, but I'm not sure how I feel just yet. Might put them in the 'suspicious' box for now and figure it out later. We then got a tip that the Inquisition - shocker - was up to something. Nathaniel was in knots about this, and right now he's sleeping off everything he drank to try and ignore that fact. That and the other thing. I'll get to that.
The Inquisition is trying to bring in some magical license thing, and they tried to stage an attack on the city by a bunch of druids, feeding them rage potions to make sure they got violent, so they could then step in, 'save' everyone and bring in their license. I don't trust magic, but this is still illegal, manipulating bullshit that has nothing to do with protecting people. This is partly why Nathaniel's having such a hard time. Might go and help him get breakfast tomorrow. He'll want something greasy to chase down that hangover. In any case, we did what we apparently do best and stirred the pot. We'd met Eliza at this point and she somehow convinced a guy to start a mob and chase down some other guy, I think one of his business rivals? I don't think she even did anything magical, but was too far away to really tell. I just sort of stood there with my mouth open. In any case, that distraction let us get a hold of the rage potions the Inquisitors were going to use on those druids, so hopefully we've stalled that plan at least.
That's when things went wrong.
When we got a hold of those potions, I - for some gods-forsaken reason - decided to try one. The others were talking about it and suggested it might keep me going in battle, and at first I shut that down because I wanted to stay in control. Then something, some part of me wanted to do it. I barely had time to think about why I even wanted it, I just HAD to do it. They shut me in a room, barred the door and everything, and I drank the potion. The next thing I know, I'm out of my room in the main area, and a lot of the furniture had massive chunks taken out of it. The bannisters on the landing were smashed out, one of the tables was broken and there were bits of wood and plaster everywhere. My clothes were covered in this weird, greasy film and I felt so hot I thought I was actually going to pass out. Pins and needles so strong I could barely move. The ants were back with a vengeance. When I finally got up, everyone was standing around me looking...well, mostly confused I think, but some were definitely scared. I also didn't notice I had a dagger in my gut until they'd sat me down at a different table to tell me what happened. I just pulled it out and gave it back.
From what they said, I went fucking berserk. And not in my normal way. They said I...transformed? That they almost didn't recognise me and I definitely didn't seem to recognise them. Apparently I threw Nathaniel from the landing at Alistair, and Eliza was the one who threw the knife at me. I did this. And the scariest part is that I don't remember a single thing about it. When people talk about amnesia in stories and stuff like that, they seem like they can just about remember stuff if they concentrate really hard, but they get a headache or they freak out doing it. Not with me. It's like my brain was wiped clean, like there's nothing there at all. I don't actually know how badly I hurt them, only that I did. And then afterwards I got so hungry that I was able to ignore that thought for a while. Instead of apologising or offering to help clean up, I sat there just eating like I'd never get another chance, but the hunger didn't lessen at all, and I had to physically stop myself.
So, here I am. Sitting in my newly repaired bedroom, scribbling away, with no clue what happened to me or why. Sure, I drank the potion and that obviously triggered this, but from what the others said they tried a spell to end its effects, only I didn't stop, so it has to be something else. This has to be connected to everything else that's been happening, when the flesh unravels from my bones and starts waving around like grass in the wind, when my bones crack themselves open to make new shapes and I can feel every single thing.
Be calm.
Be calm.
Don't cry.
I'll go to bed now. If I manage to pass out then hopefully I won't have to think about this for a few hours. I'm with Nathaniel on this one.
New Job
Ants.
There are ants under my skin.
Ever since the fight with those ghosts, my arms and most of my chest have been on fire, burning like I have a fever and my skin crawling like millions of ants are in there, scuttling around between my muscles and in my bones, trying to find a way out. If it wasn't for the adrenaline I probably would've dropped my sword - after the fight was over, I could barely control my fingers, had to wait at least an hour before I could even hold a damned fork, never mind a pencil to write this down. My skin isn't on fire anymore, but it's still hot, and the crawling is still there, just not as bad. Hopefully it just goes away by morning.
Apart from that, the other three seem trustworthy in combat at least. They stood by me, got me back on my feet when I got surrounded like an idiot. They also checked out the scroll the noble guy gave us to make us forget his name, so they listen to me, which is nice. Won't be telling them any big secrets though. We also seem to have been drafted into one of those shady departments with fancy names that does under-the-table work that other people are too snooty to get involved in. While I'm not exactly happy that this just sort of happened without me having any say in the matter, money is money, and now at least I'm actually out there doing things. Feels good to not be stuck behind a desk anymore. Well, I still kind of am, but apparently there'll be more work for us soon, so I'm not just chucking paperwork into a void anymore.
Small mercies.
Nathaniel worries me, though. The other two seem pretty open to unnatural shit, but him? He's a textbook Inquisitor with bloodlust to match, and he's already uneasy with Alistair and Alain. If I end up figuring out what's wrong with me and it turns out to be some form of heresy - I'd laugh if it wasn't at this point - then seraph's know what he'll do if he finds out.
The ants have stopped crawling so much now. I think I'll go to bed.
Summons
Got a letter on my desk this morning. Different make from the others and addressed to me rather than my department, so I had a look, and now here I am, sent off on some random errand with a bunch of strangers.
Better than being stuck behind that damn desk, I suppose.
Ever since my first patrol the paperwork's never stopped coming, never stopped piling up just when I thought I'd got through it. Everyone knows exactly what's going on and either just lets it happen, or they're the ones dropping heaps of paper on me. Without even sorting through it first. Though I suppose keeping me there's kind of the point, from what I've gathered. No one knows what happened on my first patrol. No one knows what happened to that poor sod who cornered me with a knife. Even I don't know how it happened. One minute he was coming at me, the next he was choking on the ground, stomach crushed in. Something was wrong with my hand. Really wrong. But that's all I know. After that everyone else did everything they could to keep me at my desk, off the streets.
I don't know what's worse: not blaming them for it, or not being angry.
Shouldn't be surprised at this point, though.
Guess I wasn't the only one to get a letter like this, given the other three and the 'chat' we just had with the guy responsible. Shifty fellow. Used magic to make us tell the truth - I think, I don't know how magic works - then asked us about any 'encounters with the supernatural'. I wasn't exactly keen to share, but the others were pretty open, so I figured there was no point in fighting it, just told him as little as possible. Thankfully he didn't ask. Still miffed about showing off my marks, but as long as the others don't start poking and prodding there's no harm done. I don't like giving people more reasons to think I'm weird.
Two humans and a dwarf, they are. Nathaniel said he was an Inquisitor, which means I'll need to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't start burning things - or people - for no good reason. The other human's a librarian of sorts, Alistair. Seemed amiable enough. He's also the one most likely to poke and prod, so I'll need to be careful if he gets curious about my marks. The dwarf's a bit of a nervous wreck, I think his name's Alain? He stammered a lot so it was hard to tell. Doesn't seem too threatening, though the fact that he was also called, just like we were, and had some sort of magical bullshit happen to him, just like us, makes me think he's more than he's letting on.
I think I'll just keep an eye on all of them.
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