Something Wretched This Way Comes
I do believe I am starting to really see some of the core problem that Milandir has with law, and it goes to the root of their psyche. After several weeks of relative calm in Yarrvek, we were having a meal in the Bubbling Cauldron as we do most any evening when a greasy, slimy, disgusting little mole of a creature slithered into the establishment. My first thought was that the management of the place would immediately turn the beastie around and correct its actions in attempting to cohabit with creatures above its station, but that didn’t happen, and even worse, several of my companions virtually invited it to join us. I felt as if I would be sick. And then, it opened its maw, and started smacking on about how it had stolen from some unknown merchant, and then sold it to some wizard type who ran off to some ruins. So, Tufa and myself were content to take the little wart down to the local constabulary and turn him in as an admitted thief. It seemed fairly simple to do, and a fitting end to such a gross little creature. But no, Brigitte, and Ip, and some of the others, felt sorry for the wretched thing and wanted to help it recover what it had stolen, so it could be returned to the one he had robbed. It seemed there were bounty hunters on his tail trying to enforce the law. What a travesty, he stole, and now he is in a position to have to pay the penalty for his crimes? So, having been outvoted, and having received assurances from Brigitte that she would bind the critter with an Oath that would keep it from running off once we had escorted it to safety, the group agreed to help the skinbag out of its self-created problem.
No sooner had that decision been made, than three toughs came into our tame little inn of respite led by a female and they were seeking the selfsame grimy dustspot that had its snout chin deep into Praetorious’ meal. I must admit that under other circumstances, I might have been very pleased to make their leader’s acquaintance, as apart from being quite attractive and sleek, she seemed very focused, competent, and desirous of ensuring that justice was done and the law was enforced. Quite a woman! However, circumstances being what they were, I found myself in a verbal repartee with the feral creature of my dreams that could easily have broken into violence. And all of this in defense of our newly declared charge, the thieving mudspot. In the end, I turned over the party’s cold ring as collateral for the miserable life we were declared to protect, and off on a totally useless adventure we were.
Now we’ve just completed fending off a pair of freakish creatures the likes of which haunt the dreams of children. The only thing more disgusting than the creatures we defeated would be the creature we’re doing this for. How did we fall so low? How did we end up in the condition we are in? As part of my daily confessions to Illiir, I keep repeating how I am unworthy, and seemingly unable to withstand the mission he has placed me on. I pray that Illiir will see me through this difficult position, and will forgive me for now being in a position to have to protect one of those afflicted creatures that he has cursed for good reason.