B A L ʈ H A Z A R
Even before the Lady of the Night made her exit off the stage, the young adventurers were ready to move on to greater things. Except, for one man sleeping in a tent much farther away from the fire. As the nightmare played, he tossed and turned. Night had never brought him the comfort a believer of the Mistress would hope.
The man woke up with a start. His tent was colder than the rest but he was drenched in sweat. His breathing was shallower and his eyes wide open. Stupid kid. Stupid dreams, he thought and spat on the tent floor. Every night he would have the same nightmare and every night he would wake up a few minutes before daybreak in the same condition. He was feeling tired. Shaking off the feeling he stepped out but went back in when he realized that the sight of a naked man would impress nobody.
Keep at it. Don't repent. Then wonder why this happens,the priest said.
Shut it, old man. After finishing his business, Balthazar packed up and he reached the bonfire just as their leader started speaking. Balthazar looked at the rest. The kid had interacted with most of them, hiding Balthazar's true motive. As usual, the cruel and cunning Remi knew how to turn bad luck around. Most of them would believe Balthazar was a fool; a idiot who was naught a threat. Perfect cover.
The Crowcatcher, as the man had introduced himself (truth be told, Balthazar had no idea what creature The Crowcatcher was; he was merely making assumptions. Once more interaction were possible, the creature behind the mask would be revealed.), started off with refusing the offer for breakfast. For a moment Balthazar considered eating, otherwise the Kid would clamor about being on an empty stomach. Balthazar decide against breakfast. He knew nothing about the quality of the food prepared and would rather not poison himself.
A dealer in shadows. Hmm. Not one to be underestimated. Nevertheless, we are here for a reason. How long before you decide? the Merchant asked.
You listen here, Balthazar began, I'll finish off the job after I find out why all you idiots managed to get in my head. Once I remove you all... The raven haired elf continued talking; this time about business. He talked about a gypsy caravan filled with valuables and how protecting the caravan would be good for them.Fattening us up, eh Crow? The Merchant spoke.
Balthazar ignored the Merchant's comment. When the man chose the Paladin as his stand-in leader, Balthzar was surprised. He isn't going to travel with us? he thought as the Crowcatcher's voice turned threatening. Either we follow her or we are killed by him, the hidden words beneath the flowery language informed Balthazar. Balthazar looked at the Paladin with a sense of hatred. Paladins were the kind of people out of remove all the fun from life. If the Crowcatcher chose her to be the leader, it meant one of two things. Either she was the strongest among equals (Most here could beat Balthzar if they knew he was coming. But if they didn't, then nothing could save them from Kelemvor) or she was so stupid that she would not make a move when handed such power.
It didn't matter for now. Balthazar kept his belongings in the bag of holding. Zedek, the name the paladin called the Crowcatcher by, had already left in the shadows. Hopefully the next seven days would be better than having to look at the same ten faces again and again and decide which one is worth the risk.
The man woke up with a start. His tent was colder than the rest but he was drenched in sweat. His breathing was shallower and his eyes wide open. Stupid kid. Stupid dreams, he thought and spat on the tent floor. Every night he would have the same nightmare and every night he would wake up a few minutes before daybreak in the same condition. He was feeling tired. Shaking off the feeling he stepped out but went back in when he realized that the sight of a naked man would impress nobody.
Keep at it. Don't repent. Then wonder why this happens,the priest said.
Shut it, old man. After finishing his business, Balthazar packed up and he reached the bonfire just as their leader started speaking. Balthazar looked at the rest. The kid had interacted with most of them, hiding Balthazar's true motive. As usual, the cruel and cunning Remi knew how to turn bad luck around. Most of them would believe Balthazar was a fool; a idiot who was naught a threat. Perfect cover.
The Crowcatcher, as the man had introduced himself (truth be told, Balthazar had no idea what creature The Crowcatcher was; he was merely making assumptions. Once more interaction were possible, the creature behind the mask would be revealed.), started off with refusing the offer for breakfast. For a moment Balthazar considered eating, otherwise the Kid would clamor about being on an empty stomach. Balthazar decide against breakfast. He knew nothing about the quality of the food prepared and would rather not poison himself.
A dealer in shadows. Hmm. Not one to be underestimated. Nevertheless, we are here for a reason. How long before you decide? the Merchant asked.
You listen here, Balthazar began, I'll finish off the job after I find out why all you idiots managed to get in my head. Once I remove you all... The raven haired elf continued talking; this time about business. He talked about a gypsy caravan filled with valuables and how protecting the caravan would be good for them.Fattening us up, eh Crow? The Merchant spoke.
Balthazar ignored the Merchant's comment. When the man chose the Paladin as his stand-in leader, Balthzar was surprised. He isn't going to travel with us? he thought as the Crowcatcher's voice turned threatening. Either we follow her or we are killed by him, the hidden words beneath the flowery language informed Balthazar. Balthazar looked at the Paladin with a sense of hatred. Paladins were the kind of people out of remove all the fun from life. If the Crowcatcher chose her to be the leader, it meant one of two things. Either she was the strongest among equals (Most here could beat Balthzar if they knew he was coming. But if they didn't, then nothing could save them from Kelemvor) or she was so stupid that she would not make a move when handed such power.
It didn't matter for now. Balthazar kept his belongings in the bag of holding. Zedek, the name the paladin called the Crowcatcher by, had already left in the shadows. Hopefully the next seven days would be better than having to look at the same ten faces again and again and decide which one is worth the risk.