it is amazing to be outside again. Less amazing perhaps now that we can see how obviously we are covered in blood.  Turns out sliding down chains dripping with blood into great pools of blood makes it difficult to re-enter society unobtrusively.  Since Klajdu has only a crimson loincloth and plate armor, oddly enough he’s the only one who looks relatively normal now in the light of day.  Pretty cold light of day actually.
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Washing clothes in a stream and trying to warm by the fire, led to a long discussion about why exactly it’s so cold. We’re moving again.
With the world saved we’re heading back towards the dragon burial ground.  Hopefully Douven will forgive the lateness of our once-urgent rescue mission.
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Not so much.  Found the pieces of Douven today.  More material for the nightmares. I’ll look forward to those. Didnt find much and it was so damn cold that we stopped looking.  Back to winterhaven and a hero’s welcome.  No going underground for a good long while. Drinks will be on some guy we don’t know, and should stay that way for the foreseeable future.
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Didnt exactly get the relaxing jubilant return I was looking for.
Winterhaven was happy to see us, and lord Padraig gave us our reward. But saving the world seems more complicated – the town is still very low on food and the caravans never turned up. Maybe we can resurrect the kobolds to then curse them and kill them again.  I’ll look into it.   AND on top of this we lost Mu and Kalystra.  Some tiefling thing
about Distress’s brother. They went north.  Not sure why Mu went with her but I’m not really sure why she does anything.  That and I was drunk.  Gogol seems to be happy. I guess the girls dig bloodstained priests of Pelor. Who knew.
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OK now Gogol has set himself up in town.  Renting a house or bought a house.  Not sure. They werent exactly forthcoming about what was going on and I couldnt follow the elvish when they talked just the two of them.  At any rate he’s boarding with that elven flower girl we met earlier.  Klajdu thought at first she was coming with us.  Much
excitement as we got this straightened out.  Cant describe without a diagram and I didnt buy enough paper.   Now our party is down to 3.
Time for a drink.
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Woke up to a hangover, door rattling in its frame from the snoring next door, Beulah cursing me for leaving one of her arrows in a flagon downstairs and spoiling the fletching (what’s a fletching?).  Then things went from great to excellent in that we got downstairs to find Padraig wanting to send us down to Fallcrest to investigate the missing caravans.  Managed to not let it slip that this is probably where we were going anyway.  Happy to take his easy money. It is colder than yesterday so we stopped by the market after. We’ll come back to Fallcrest all clad in Winterhaven furs and spun wool caps. Hopefully my aunt wont try and kill me this time if she doesnt recognize me.  
Beulah says Im doing a good job trying to look poor and ignorant.  I cant tell if it’s meant as a compliment.
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By the gods this is a strange crew now. I appear to be the normal one.
Beulah likes to put arrows at the nock when we’re just sizing people up at a distance and Klajdu insists on wearing his loincloth on the outside of his plate armor.  It really spoils what would be quite an excellent paladin disguise. Although he brought up the excellent point that the talking pretty much spoils it too.   Somehow a farmer lady
let us sleep in her barn for the night and we ran into a farmer earlier hightailing it out of Fallcrest. Apparently there is even colder weather there and some trouble.  Trouble between merchants and the lower town. Bigger trouble than normal I mean.  Rumors of divine interference, rumors of the witchlight fens. All the old fallcrest stories back with a vengeance.
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