This journey isn’t turning out like I expected. Of course I know so little about what we’re doing that my expectations were never very numerous. We met the king’s paladin today and I must admit I am looking forward to watching him get under Beryl’s skin. Paladins are so very good, and Beryl has little patience with goody-goodies.
After meeting with the Paladin and getting our supplies we left Derg’s mountains. We are going to go talk to King Ben, as he was the last person to see the prince. It is frustrating to have to retrace our steps so soon.
We slept last night in the Dark Forest and are on the road again. Coincidentally we ran into the same Beret troop we met on our way out of the capital. Apparently there has been a lot of trouble along the road the last few days, so they advised us to travel with them. Derg is pretending not to be of our party, but the paladin told them he was sent by my father to retrieve me.
I think they are becoming suspicious. I can tell they don’t really believe our story, despite my best efforts to convince them otherwise.
I think we might have taken on more than we ever bargained for in accepting this job. I can’t help but feel like the king held back far more than was necessary. We were attacked tonight by a dozen or more kobolds and half a dozen trogs! Beryl and the paladin both proved themselves has good fighters. Unfortunately, I had to use my magic and thus reveal my true self to our companions. The berets were surprised to say the least. We came out of the fight better than our attackers, we only lost one beret.
Our companions are beginning to ask too many questions about me. Beryl and I agree that we need to leave the berets as soon as possible. The paladin was injured in our skirmish last night, so he needs at least one day of resting. We don’t have a wagon so that means staying with the berets until tomorrow. We don’t know what the trogs were after, but we want to be far away before we find out.
We talked to Derg and he agrees that we should leave. We couldn’t talk to the paladin, and besides I don’t think he would approve of our plans. Beryl is going to do some poking around tonight, to see if he can find any clues as to whether the trogs were after us or the berets. He is also going to sabotage one of the wagon wheels. That way the berets will have to stop and we can be on our way without them.
The berets are hauling gold. Beryl said the sacks in the wagon are full of it. That must have been what the trogs were after. I wonder what they are doing with so much coin. Beryl loosened the wheel of one of the wagons and it fell off as we suspected it would. Derg insisted that he needed to get to the city as soon as possible, and was sorry to have to leave the group. With a little prodding on my part the paladin insisted we had to be on our way too. He said my father would be expecting us.
Our leaving didn’t sit well with the berets. They offered us gold if we stayed with them, but since the paladin is too pure to think of money-he refused and I had to do likewise. They all assume Beryl is my servant so he has to go along with what I do. I know it grates on him, especially when it means giving up enough money to buy a horse!
We ran into the same prejudice old man we met the day we were trying to leave the capital. He was as unpleasant as ever, but the paladin was able to get him to agree to help the berets. He only agreed after we mentioned that he would likely be well compensated for his trouble.
To save time and avoid being overtaken by the berets we made the rest of our journey across country, rather than sticking to the road. We arrived in the capital city tonight.