From the Journal of Dorian
Pre-Campaign
We’ve been traveling on a cart owned by one Athen Ligrant. She don’t say much but she’s patient and gets us to where we need. Along the way we’ve picked up an odd bunch. A Drow, Tiefling, and an Elf. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this particular brand of Tiefling before but she’s alright. She’s been playing music on and off to pass the time, her and the Drow. First time I’ve also seen a Drow. Usually they’re unger-ground...or so I’ve heard. The Elf is the most talkative of them all. She goes on an on about whatever’s on her mind. Not that I mind, but I can tell that Charlie’s itchin to join her conversations. He hasn’t yet which I’m sorta thankful for. We don’t know how long we’ll be in company with them and we don’t exactly know their...ties. We’ll be fine so long as we keep our heads down. Next stop is the town of Hewe nestled near the Prismatic mountains. I’m hoping to stay for a bit seeing as we’ve been traveling for some time now. Hopefully the Labor Pool is big enough for Charlie and I to get decent work.
