This is not what I expected.
I should’ve known better than to
take directions from a pixie. He
seemed like such an affable little fellow. Everything went a little strange after taking that shortcut
through that clearing north of Relkath’s Foot. Normally crossing through a menhir circle doesn’t affect me
much, but the wretched feeling of vertigo and nausea caused me to leave the
area quickly after I regained my senses.
The Yuirwood seemed like a different place after that, although it has
been a year or two since I’ve been to its northern reaches.
It was past midnight by the time I
arrived in Velprintalar. The city is
completely different than I remember as a child – smaller and…just different. It’s funny how time and perspective can
play tricks on you. Knowing I wouldn’t find passage on a reputable ship at that
hour I decided to find an Inn for a meal and a brief rest before striking out
for the docks in the morning.
The Inn was rather sparsely
populated for it’s size, but I wasn’t there for merriment so that was fine by
me. The serving wench was
attentive and very friendly…a little too friendly as it turned out, but really,
how was I to know that she was the sheriff’s daughter? What are the odds, right? And what is the Sheriff doing stopping
by an Inn so late…to see his daughter…with a bunch of armed deputies? Poor luck. Not a good omen so early in my journey.
Apparently, the rule of law in
Velprintalar is whatever the Sheriff says it is. For a public figure he has a wretched temperament and is dirty
and course, even by human standards.
It’s a wonder such a lovely young girl sprung from his loins…then again
perhaps she didn’t – ha! What a
delicious irony that would be.
It is the first time I had been
accused of anything sordid really, and certainly the first time I’ve been in
jail. My cellmates are quite a diverse
lot…no one seems particularly friendly, but I suppose if they were thrown in
here in the same ill conceived manner in which I was that’s not terribly
surprising. At least I managed to retain
my journal when the guards removed my possessions.
There seems to be some sort of
commotion outside…I wonder what’s going on?
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