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Date Posted: 01:35:37 04/16/02 Tue
I wonder, a great deal, how the hell I get into these things. I can hear the Gods laughing again.
We came up here, to the cabin, to wait for Majidah, and for safetys sake. My repairs to the roof and porch are at best, rough looking, but at least it seems to have kept the rain off our heads. If I had known what trouble would find me up here, I might have stayed in town. Still..things seem to have worked out..though Gods knows what will happen now.
Not only did I run into a group of goblins, and wind up losing a perfectly good dagger, but the two moor hounds, that used to belong to that murdered dock guard, had me treed. My questions as to who murdered that unfortunate, have been answered, for I soon was to meet the dogs new master. Even I cant believe what has come of all this.
It was a Tiefling of all things. I have probably only seen two in my entire life, and what I know of them, came from Mantis' mouth. Granted, that might have been only the worst of their attributes, but I remember him saying that Tieflings could not be trusted, and though not demons, they were every bit as manipulative and evil. I dont know if all that is true or not, and I dont believe Mantis knew everything..but still, the warnings are high in my mind.
This Tiefling, who calls himself Sarven, lives not that far from the cabin..in ruins that he is supposedly rebuilding. He seems to have quite the aptitude for building..and craftmanship..and a fighting skill that makes me envious. If Goblins were not bad enough, upon my visit to his ruins, three armed men turned my afternoon upside down. I felled one, he felled the other two, but not before one of the hounds was injured, and he took a bolt in the shoulder. The dogs fairly tore the three bodies to shreds, and afterwards, Sarven left for the Cozy Dragon. He has been gone nearly ten days now, and I seem to ..have inherited the hounds. Safiya of course is about to have a fit over them, and she bitches endlessly. I swear its all I can do not to slap the girls face off..but Trevor loves her, and she him, and perhaps I have learned a little patience. I dont know. Sometimes, life seems surreal, and at night, the dreams still come one after the other.
I dream of Ciro alot. I hate it when I wake in tears. During the day, it is easier not to think of him.
The dogs hunt for us, and I daily wait on Majidahs return. I have begun to worry now, that the ship has sunk or that captain has carted her off somewhere. I know I should have more faith in her, and I try only to expect her return.
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