Verse 14
I awoke late the next morning, my sword digging into my side as my mind still raced from the dreams of pirates and mage ships in my head while Binkley's snores pierced my walls like angry groaning ogres. A mess and still tired, I joined my already eating companion Gregol downstairs, for a little bit of morning sun shine and good cheer, which was as much as you'ld expect in a taproom full of hungover patrons. Atris the captain of the ship that we came in on joined us as I settled myself in and ordered a meal as Binkley came down from his room as well. About this time I discovered how uncivilized some of my friends can be. Gregol talks with his mouth full and Binkley shovels food into his mouth like his stomach was full of starving green slime while talking with a full mouth. With Atris present I tried to divert my attention from the others by asking him about Ajiir's ship the Myridon Tess. It seems that he believes that the Regilia might know of the hidden location of the city of Evest, but so far they have remained catious so far since they don't know their intentions yet, but he is fairly sure that they were the ones that attacked the ship Elendar was on. I asked him whether or not the island where we saw the cloud that attacked the 2 ships flee to could possibly be a base of theirs. He began his explaination of the island with: "Alright... you didn't hear this though, understood?" which of course translates into: "Pay attention, this is valuable information!". He began to tell us how the island north of Evest was actually the old city of Evest. In the first few centuries it grew up there, they had a number of mages that were experimenting with a faster mode of transportation for the people and their goods. It seems that something went wrong and nobody has gone there again. He told us then that it seems that Dulgos wants him to and his crew to check out the islands northwest of here to see if the Regilians have established a little base their, and if so, find out what they are up to. He also said that we would be paid for our service if we desided to accompany him.
Afterwards we met the additional men that Atris hired on for the trip. First entered a sandy brown haired ragged looking man who seemed to enjoy his fair share of strong ale or fist fights, based on his appearance, he wore a plain looking longsword on his right hip, a small back on his back craddled next to a long bow.. He introduced himself as Duraham, a farm boy who learned a little about fighting and tracking in his village town. The second was a male Elf of common birth named Mourn, who has slicked back black hair and dark green eyes. He wore a black hooded cloak with a large sword strapped to his back. By how he described himself, he seems to be a sell-sword, always looking for the next buyer, or the next bag of gold he could get.
After breakfast I took my leave from whomever didn't follow me, which was only Gregol and the sell-swords. As we went to the general store we discussed Gregol's affliction, which was due to flare up in 2 more days, and how we were going to deal with it on the ship and with the sell-swords and elves running around, we never did deside before we got to the store. We went into the general store where I purchased some new "Gregol Gear" which consisted of 10 gold and 6 platinium worth of 50 feet of silk rope and 10 feet of light chain, hopefully enough to keep him from ripping everything apart again like he did with my last length of rope. I then went to the food market to pick up some needed herbs and grain.
We returned to the inn just in time for dinner, We settled down into nice stools and was joined by Duraham wearing missized chain mail armor. Him and Cerrannor ordered up some stew and mead while the cooks of the party ordered some of the house special for the night. Pheasant with wine. Yum! Of course we got the best deal in the house, since the stew was made of well burnt meat floating in a bowl full of potato chunks with fresh hair strands.
After my meal I went to my room, shoved my desk againist the door, because Ajiir was still rumored to be next door, and went asleep for another fitful night of dreams with pirates, plagues and dark skinned men. When I awoke, I returned the desk to it's rightful spot, and went downstairs for some food. Atris just entered as I started on some warm bread and fresh butter. Duraham walked in after him with bits of straw in his hair, and a scent that follows those with barnyard animals, or horses. After our meal we made way to Atris's ship and settled our gear into our cabins. On deck though, a younger looking elf sat playing a flute as a little mouse scampered around the deck near by. I took a seat near the bard and listened for most of the day, not wanting to do anything else productive with myself. As night approached, I noticed the mouse, who looked like Widget, Aalaysia's pet mouse, who stayed behind with her in Evest, nip at a bit of the bard's hair. The minstrel's hood fell back a bit and the face looked somewhat familiar, but my glance was not a very good one. A blur of motion then came from the elf's hood, giving off a hoot as it did. I darted my hand towards the mouse that I thought was Widget. The minstrel grabbed my hand in mid flight as the mouse landed perilously on the ship's rail, and the owl landed beside it, without bringing harm to it. Although Duraham discovered that the mouse somehow was insubstantial as fog, or else all the blood rushing to head from leanning over the sides of the ship was getting to him. Surprisingly though, the mouse was Widget and the minstrel was our lost Aalaysia, who stayed behind in Evest for some reason and now seems very much changed by whatever ordeal she put herself through, which see doesn't seem to want to share with us for some weird reason, but we're happy to have her back none the less, although I want to know where the owl came from and where she picked up playing the flute, also why she calls herself Rain now.
Taking my leave, I set out to do what I had planned to do when I came aboard. For a week as the moon changed its phases I sat in front of Gregol's door, rope ready, night after night waiting for any change that could bring ill fate to our party or crewmates. Fortunately it never came, but left me very tired as I only got to sleep when I could durning the days. A week later we arrived at the islands that the Regilia are suppose to be hiding at. So after being awakened by Cerrannor rudely, we boarded boats and set off towards the islands, as I write another passage in my journal. Hopefully we will come back alive.