As I was saying, there was a very large black wolf. For those insisting on an elaborate description, it was the size of a small carriage.
Initial reactions varied from horror to berserk rage. I began summoning elementals of Earth and things quickly devolved into a great deal of stabbing and spellfire.
When the High Priest of Aisling made it to safety, I realized that we were the first to attack- not the hound itself. I spoke in the language of Ten No (well, I had too) and it proved… diplomatic. Praise Benjiro!
He/she/it managed to warp reality enough to allow others to talk with her. Eventually matters settled themselves out amicably between the misunderstood Aetherial Puppy and the murderous Kalbs with a prostitute.
Raisa had thankfully recovered from what had been done to her. In my short observations, the four seemed very comfortable with violence together. Byron is apparently a fire mage, which doesn’t bode well at all. Leo and Raisa are apparently more of a martial bend.
Raisa certainly seemed to relish using her lochaber. Our heir presumptive seemed a bit perplexed. I hazard a guess that he is more comfortable in a duel than with poking giant hounds.
Where exactly our dear Cinnamon had that dagger hidden we may never know.
In the future I will keep descriptions of battle to a bare minimum. I assume the readership is full of high-minded intellectuals who would, of course, protest any a ten-copper dreadful. This shall be a proper dry historical account.
I did have a nice conversation with Cinnamon, which involved speaking with her about following a divine being of lost causes. Intriguing and I’m very curious to see more of her faith.
After the hound matter was wrapped up we went to go see a skinthief. Specifically a murderer who was mentally ill enough to take on his victim’s personality. The wisdom of keeping a skin thief in the Big House is debatable. Silly things like justice aside, I doubt his current living situation will lead to an upswing of his long term well-being.
As tasked to me by the High Priest, I performed a vision to identify the Enemy arrayed against us. I promptly started puking tar. You can surmise that the Enemy is likely cosmically suspect and possessing of a certain sense of humor.
We got ourselves quite drunk that night and Cinnamon received a surprising letter. This Lady M apparently believes her to be Lady Corene Terrace Mann. It took me a while to remember that name from a forgotten genealogical record: a stillborn of the Mann family.
Then I recalled who her parents were. Or at least one of them. The lady I have a passing acquaintance with. Unfortunately, I am bound by word to protect her honor. Damn legality. If Byron didn’t mention blackmailing with such hopeful glee, I might have gotten away with simply telling her. As it was, Cinnamon kindly offered to walk me home. I made a compromising offer that would satisfy my bonds and she wisely asked for the night to think about it.
It all made sense. The faked stillbirth, her neutrally-magical cat, being caught up in great events with the Kalbs… and here I thought it was the Kalbs who were the political oil to the flames rising around us.
At the end of our first day together, my general impressions were that my companions are good people when they are able to relate to you. They tend to focus their morality in the context of themselves. Certainly not a bad thing. I’d say stupidity is the hallmark of the morally righteous. Still, I think there is greatness here- we’ll see if it flourishes.
Also, I’ve had my life and my guts threatened more times in the past twenty-four hours than in the past month. Let’s leave things at “exciting”.
The King of course called upon us in the morning. How Cinnamon will relay what we know will be of utmost importance. I hope she rises to the challenge…