Journal Entry 2

A Way Out

Okay, so the opportunity presented itself in the form of two black horns over two red eyes. At this point I wasn't going to be picky. The offer for some real adventure was too much for me to resist and I've never been one to judge on outward appearances. The excitement was so much I dropped the clothes I was carrying right then and there and headed off to new prospects with the tiefling. She didn't say too much on the way back to the inn where I met her other traveling companions. I was introduced to Krova who was a dragonborn paladin and Shade who was obviously an elven spy given the way he continuously darted his eyes around the room.

I must admit I was a bit giddy and hadn't even heard any offers of treasure or payment. It was this giddiness that had me jump at the opportunity to go out and attempt to secure another for our group. They did look a bit beat down although certainly not out. There was fight left in them. I could see it in their eyes. But I digress.

The halfing camp they described wasn't too difficult to find as I just followed my nose. The smell of their stew pots was certainly pleasant. Halflings do cook well. I came across the spokesman for the group. He was a polite although disagreeable sort. After a bit of dialog where the elder halfling was searching for an unspecified offer of coin to hire on one of his warriors, I finally came to my senses realizing that I had only just joined the group and had a meager coin purse. It made sense that the elder needed to look out for his tribe and the loss of one warrior would be noticed. I then traveled back to the inn to inform my new friends of the impasse I had reached.

We decided that a showing of solidarity would be a wise course of action to speed things along. All of us made our way to the camp. I couldn't help but notice Zar'za kept her hands on her weapons most of the time. She stayed her weapons but I need to keep a mental note of that for future dealings. An outburst of violence seldom furthers the course of talks.

We finally made some headway with the halflings and at least got to see what we were trying to acquire. A demonstration was set between the halfling ranger and our elven spy. Only after the deal was set where backing down would mean a serious blow to the honor of the halflings did the elder halfling realize the mistake he had made going up against an elf in an archery contest. Both shot well as far as archery goes. Give me a magic missile any day of the week. Fortunately the elf won the contest and allowed for us to set a fair price for the halfling's services. He joined the group and introduced himself properly as Lodi Fairfield. We were now a formidable group of five with talents as diverse as our group makeup. This was going to get interesting.