I haven't written since I left with the Heroes of the Lunarch. I thought now that I found some time while resting in Burmich I might take advantage of catching up on this adventure of mine:
Master Fjerd was more than generous to allow me to stay with him for so long, but I think he was ultimately happy to have me go. I thought it was daring of him to pose as my father. Any of the gossips in the shop could have easily called his blatant bluff in front of the adventurers. He was always kind to me, allowing me to use his sparing gear when the shop was closed. He even gifted me with armor purchased from his own pocket. Mrs. Fjerd was equally kind; though, like her husband, I got definite hints to not get comfortable. She reminded me of my late aunt who would smile at your approach, but would never vary from unthought-out small talk. It seemed impossible to get anything deep or telling from the woman.The heroes seem as strong as the rumors suggest. I have noticed they have a tendency to deviate from the path set by the church of Avacyn. I'm not entirely sure they are all believers in the goddess. During the even blessings, before we sleep, Arcadius stands respectfully, but doesn't recite the prayers with Terrandium, or Krystal. It took only a short hour out of Thraben before understanding Tarlox's religious convictions. Before leaving Gavony I counted nearly 50 profanities named against various dieties; half of them against Avacyn. I don't know much about Miniri. She seems generally care free regarding religion, but perhaps it is that I do not know her well enough.
I'm not writing this to sound patronizing. The 5 have shown only kindness toward me. I have enjoyed my spars with Arcadius very much, though the last 2 weeks have shown my utter worthlessness with a sword.
... It appear the group has returned from speaking with Arnold "The Knife" I had better get the carts ready.
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