Tiæejk La’Dwa ab Jujnis 2997
Tonight marks the first night on this mission. It’s enough to note that my stomach continues to churn nervously. Nothing has happened yet, but I still can’t help but suspect.
I had an opportunity to run, to abandon the task at hand this morning. I’m likely to regret that lost opportunity. When I woke up, Kimaris was gone. I dressed, brushed my hair, braided and pinned it in place, washed my face, and ate a meager breakfast before heading back to the stables. I had thought about not showing up considering my companion wasn’t there to enforce me. Yet I felt obligated. I hadn’t said I wouldn’t help and am too much a woman of my word. A bitter habit (now) that my mother instilled in me.
Upon arriving, Bordel greeted the lot of us. Shortly after, almost as though he had always been there, Kimaris appeared. In tow with him were some folk who possibly were a type of guard. Bordel called to them to which they mentioned having a problem with my acquaintance.
“He had slept at the temple of Helms. We need to know if he is affiliated with them.”
“When is that a crime?” I asked. The men gave a smirk and replied, “The Sacred Flame is the only way.”
“If that’s so, then why do you have a temple established for that religion?” I questioned.
“Well, we do not own this town-” they began to explain, but I cut them.
“Then you don’t rule over the people who choose to worship there!” I snapped. It was infuriating seeing these men trying to come and bully my companion.
The men looked at each other, clearly not thrilled by my reproach. “We’ll let you off with a warning this time,” they said before turning on their heels and leaving without another word.
I shook my head before looking to the group and asking, “Are we to go then?”
Within the city walls, we ran into two folk who seemed to know of what Bordel was attempting to accomplish. One was a beggar man while the other was a Gnome. We were passing through the market on our way to the city gates when the beggar stopped us. I had only caught mention of ‘the task you are faced with’ when I began to look about the market. The feeling of wanting to run crept back up and I had hoped to spot something I could disappear to. Yet I knew my desire to leave was my impatience in standing around wasting time.
When we did get going, we only managed to approach the city gates when a Gnome caught our attention. Her name was Gizmo and she seemed to know quite a lot about the cup herself. I was beginning to think we ought to just hand it off to her to dispose of when she began to mention how there were ten cups total. From there the Gnome explained how all ten cups together granted the collector a single wish. Some eyes lit up at that notion, but Bordel’s remained unmoved.
“But mind you, that is far too much power for any one person to ever have. No one should ever have all the cups,” Gizmo added. I could agreed with her. If the forces of evil, like she had suggested, were to obtain all ten, then that wish made could be disastrous! But just because my own inclinations are of the good variety, it hardly seems fair that those of my similar interest make such a wish for it, too, would infringe upon someone.
As I pondered, I heard the Gnome mention that her God, Bahamut, was collecting the cups for safe keeping.
“But... you just said no one person should ever have all of them.”
“Indeed you are correct, but Bahamut has no plans to use them,” Gizmo responded.
“That may be, but who’s to say your God is honest?” I debated. Looks all around were thrown as I challenged her Deity, but I rushed on before any remarks could be made, “And even if He is honest and benevolent as you believe, what’s to prevent them from being stolen by some other supreme being?”
“Oh, I assure you child that Bahamut’s vaults are well secured.”
“Then might you be able to take us to Him?” Bordel asked.
“Well, I certainly can try. If we head East, there’s a good chance we will find Him.”
I held my tongue, not wanting to debate. It was pointless and for all I cared, I wanted to get along peacefully. Nothing worse in a caravan than that one person who complained or bickered every chance they got.
Tonight I assisted Fernwood with camp preparations. Her wagon was well equipped for a long journey. She made a fine meal with her wares and was kind to share it with all of us. And before we knew it, watches were delegated and bed rolls laid. In another hour I’ll be able to rest myself for I took the first watch.
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