The city of doors. And endless maze of people, portals, and flowing money. Someone with a flair for adventure and who is handy with a blade could make a fortune. Even singing songs about the deeds of others could make a man a small killing here. I'll need to keep that in mind for the future... For now though, I need to finish up a few songs of my own.
While this dagger and it's odd visions intrigue me to follow them, I feel an odd kinship with my fellow travelers. The Wizard seems to be on a similar path as me and might make good company when my journey leads me again to the back door of the Tiefling's shop. Plus he has been offering to teach me how he conjures that rat follower of his...
Orsik has been eying me warily lately though. I think he was still a bit uppity about those rings and then finding me passed out the first night I had this new dagger has pushed him over the edge. I think I have more than proved my loyalty to the group by remaining with them for so long, and continuing to follow them on their sometimes silly journeys, but he seems different. His chanting to Bahamut in battle is all well and good, but have you ever tried to rhyme Bahamut? OR Lantern? Plus I have seen him more than once gaze longingly into the sack with that devious eye. Perhaps I should take it off his hands to rid him of the horrible burden it must be. Not that I'd be using it of course, but I also would have no qualms about making a few gold off of it...
Silinde walked into darkened lands,
And returned with Vecna's Eye,
With wit as sharp as his dagger's tip,
His glory no man can deny.
It seems to me that there was more to my earlier life than I had thought, and I know I will need to follow along that path soon enough. For now though, it seems to follow me whether I deny it or not, so I see no need to make it my main priority. Besides, these guys may need me more than I need them, but I'd hate to hear a story of how they defeated Skalmad of the Vardar without me there to get my trophies...
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