Jan 04, 2001

Marsember. I like this city. The whole city is interlaced with canals. Were I a better swimmer, they would make excellent escape routes. I don't like The Purple Dragons, though. If they don't stop me to ask about my "adventuring charter", they follow me for blocks trying to catch me in the act of stealing something.

I don't think I'll be able to come up with the cash for one of those "adventuring charters" -- they want 1,000 gps for them!! And they call me a thief! It shouldn't be too hard to find an adventuring group that already has one and get myself put on their charter. Maybe that will keep The Purple Dragons off my back.

I think today is going to be a good day. A wandering gnome selling alchemical goods and fire-powder sold me a few "hot-pockets" - little vials full of slow starting alchemist's fire. Damn I wish I had some more money, I would have stocked up on lots of things from this guy.

Well, no luck around the city. All the adventuring parties that I came across weren't taking new members. So, I'm heading to the bar that the Gnome recommended - "The Barrelstone". The place is a run down mess with lousy food run by gnomes. But, they're my size, so maybe I'll get a break from the "short" humor of the humans I've been chatting with all day.

I was right. Today is my lucky day. It turns out that the Bard at The Barrelstone is part of a group with a charter. His group left town not long ago. Also, his group is lacking a proper thief. Boy will they be glad to see me! Anyway, The Barrelstone was no escape from the "short" humor of the humans. There were a few drunk sailors there making cracks at my (and the other properly-sized folk's) expense. Let's just say that the "hot-pockets" were everything that gnome said they'd be! That was one hot night on the town! (Made even hotter by the gnome rot-gut!) Maybe those sailors will show a little more respect next time. Anyway, the ensuing chaos of the fire brigade allowed me and the Bard (who calls himself Whisper-Rain) to slip out unnoticed and chat some more at a nicer bar. We talked little bit about his group "The Fist of Heronious" and then headed out.

We found an intelligent wolf named Thorn-fur a ways out of town that claimed to have met this group. After much butt-sniffing by Cookie (I think the wolf was not too happy about that...), Thorn-fur told us that the group is off doing some good deed for him. We're headed off to meet up with them now.