Peace. Finally, a night without that dreadful demon woman whispering threats of death and destruction in his dreams. That night Lorn had truly restful sleep for the first time in a long time. The Arcane power swirled within his dreams, showing him all the potential he had. The power to stop cruelty and help those that needed it.
Slowly waking, Lorn listened to his surroundings. He could hear the steady breathing of Mule and Angileia. Sitting up Garrok let out a low growl warning Lorn of his proximity. “Just sitting up,” Lorn said quietly as he scooted away some. Some distance off he could hear the rhythmic mumbling of someone deep in prayer.
Lorn never understood religion. His people had deep reverence for the land and nature. It was their provider for food and shelter. Many prayed to the gods of the land for good harvests and fruitful hunts, yet Lorn felt it was all in vain. Would the gods give to some and forsake others? Why? Is a murderer who prayers for forgiveness less listened to than the family that prays for justice? Lorn had spent so long relying on himself and the power within that he had lost sight of why people cling to religion. At the end of the day he had to live with himself and his actions. His own conscience was his guide and if he could not be proud of himself and his actions then that is what makes him a good or bad person.
The prayer had stopped and Lorn sensed movement near him. Again he slid a little further away from where he had heard the growl thinking that Garrok may be trying to get close for a snack. He bumped into what felt like legs and a hand clamped down over his mouth before he could yell to the others.
“It’s just me,” whispered Thiwn into Lorn’s ear.
“Blasted rogue! It’s too dark in here to be sneaking up on people like that.” Thwin chuckled and sat down next to Lorn. Steadying his breathing from the shock Lorn looked towards the cave exit. “Was that your praying I heard?”
“It was, “ Thwin replied flatly.
“Interesting, I would not have expected a rogue to be much into prayer. But then I haven’t met many rogues.” Lorn trailed off realizing he had probably voiced his thoughts more than he should have.
“Hmmm,” Thwin smirked and raised an eyebrow. “The best of all rogues are flexible and able to prepare for many eventualities. So, you now have a model by which to judge all other rogues.”
“So what are your thoughts on the situation?” Lorn shifted the conversation awkwardly.
“Well, we found the Kobolds, but we still need to figure out what’s going on with them. I don’t think we can just walk out and say ‘Hi’. What we need is some way to gain audience with their leader.”
“Well if that enchantress was what was stirring them up we could be viewed as heroes. On the other hand she may have been friendly with them and we could end up a main course.”
“Agreed, and if we charge in killing everything on sight there are probably way too many of them for use to get though. What we need is to find a way to get them to trust us.” Lorn felt Thwin’s eyes on him and knew that he was going to end up having to risk something for this.