2015 - 06/25 - Captain Orevel's Account
General Summary
Rygor, Lem, and Nightshade have had adventures in town. I am at my wits’ end cleaning up after these three. Nightshade apparently got drunk enough to cause a nuisance of herself to Enenden at the Steel Sorcerer while Lem repeatedly talked to the clockwork. Rygor embarrassed Sybil for her past crimes (which she has discharged in good faith, poor girl) and they all very nearly got themselves removed. I feel particularly bad for Shanan, who apparently was just on the receiving end of some bad luck: she broke that oily contraption of hers trying to show off for Rygor. Enenden said her expression was priceless, though.
They also visited Charles Reeves at the Bursar's Office, which is when I first got wind of their escapades. He’s not exactly my favorite person, but nobody deserves to have a weasel thrown at their heads, nor a knife waved at them. I ran into them—quite literally—as they were fleeing that fiasco and Rygor tried to minstrel his way out of trouble. They are such an odd bunch that I let them go with a warning. But this can’t keep going on. I don’t think this town can survive.
The only person I know who is currently happy with these three is Feuri. He has been whining and complaining for months about having nothing challenging to do and how small-minded everyone in this town is. To his delight, Lem and Rygor got the idea to put armor on the dog. There was some discussion (mostly on Rygor’s side) of dying it pink, but I can’t see Staga being terribly keen on dying dog-armor pink. Feuri was very animated over drinks about all of this, detailing to me how much harder it would be to work the joints and seams in armor so small, while still making it light enough to not overburden the dog. He’s very excited, which is a relief for me. I’d rather have a mead with a happy dwarf than a sulky one.
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