Upon arriving in Heldenfeld (where we were curiously not accompanied by Rooke and his gang of overactive midgets) we soon heard a odd horn sound emanating from the fog. With Graldor and Bronwyn taking in the sights and seemingly uninterested in the events unfolding, I must once again thank Brother Ant for his uncanny perception, as he noticed a strange boat coming out of the mists. Vladic, upon hearing that noise made haste and brought us to “The Massacred Maiden” a quaint local establishment I happened to frequent During my brief stay in Heldenfeld four months ago. Our hostess Eva was glad to do business with us, acceding to some of my more delicate needs. Upon hearing about the horn, she immediately left us to go talk to Vladic and another bald-headed fellow with perhaps the worst set of cataracts I have ever laid eyes upon. Together, they exited the tavern, leaving me curious. So I followed them.
I didn’t think I was doing that badly overall. To be sure, It wasn’t one of my most masterful moments, but it wasn’t one of my more numerous disappointing and somewhat embarrassing attempts. So when the male humanoid Vladic, Eva and “Baldy” were talking to called me out I was insulted. How dare he have such keen eyes? This man was one of three humanoids with pale skins, long hair and long ears that were out in the fog discussing Baldy’s failure at both staying somewhere and failing to keep something from leaving (which seems like a headache inducing role). After Eva motioned me forwards, I had a nice, short conversation with the humanoid (which I could swear, I know this race from somewhere. Dhamphir? Duegar? Eladrin? It’s one the tip of my tongue.) He told me how rude I was not to introduce myself, to which I retorted that so was he. So we introduced ourselves as Rikashi the Odd and Sovelis. He asked me a number of questions which I deflected as much as I could; but I believe that just by the nature of my responses, he already knew the answers. His only real question was “Are you going to the Myrmidion Capital?” to which I answered “Well why in the ten thousand rages of Karasthruka would I do something like that?” Apparently satisfied, he bid me farewell and asked me to leave. I attempted to peek in on the remainder of that conversation from a distant rooftop by reading their lips using my newfound spyglass. It turned out that Baldy (or Thelion as Sovy called him) was in some danger, as if any other pieces are moved, he will have his life and the life of all his generations existing and to be born. How he was to prevent things from moving while being barred from leaving Heldenfeld crystallizes all that is contradictory in one statement, but I couldn’t afford to dwell on the matter, as Soveliss then looked directly at me, perched atop a merchant’s rooftop two-score houses away in the shadows of the chimney. PErhaps, he intended for me to hear that. Implying that I would desire to do something about it. But as I have no business arrangement with Thelion the Bald (or any carnal attraction to him for that matter) I fail to see why I should involve myself in this.
Upon my return, I found all the items I had bartered for with the remainder of my winnings, but given the look on Eva and Vladic’s face, I once again spent a night hiding underneath a bed in my itchy, dirty clothing, expecting the worst. The next morning after making sure that my clothes got cleaned and taking a bath myself, we got ready to leave, returning back to Captain Rooke’s “Hindenburg”. Right before we got to it’s docking place, we met Dahlia, of “The Staggering Profit” who elected to ask me some questions about a man whom upon questioning I recognized as Bishop Balk. While I could only give her my highest opinion of the good bishop, I advised her to be extremely careful if her target involved Mikhael Ilshenko, which apparently it does. I hope nothing happens to her, as I feel somewhat indebted to her for letting me stay free of charge in her inn at the crossroads of nowhere and the armpit of this material plane.
-Rikashi the Odd