It speaks.

Today I came across our new friend’s statement that I am quiet. Quite understandable because although I am enjoying the adventure along with my scaled, shorn, distant, and lightly built friends, I am new to this sort of life. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly appreciate the chance I have to fight against the evil that is surrounding us, but sometimes I must think things out before I run my mouth.

There is tension within the group, and though I know I cannot repair it myself, I would very much like to sit down and discuss these issues at a more appropriate time. Stars above, I would even be willing to purchase many flagons of ale or whatever preferred beverage or victuals that the group would enjoy and find comfort in. Some might say I may care too much for them, but the aid and support they have offered me will not go unpunished… ah, I speak like my father… I fight not only to rid this plane of the evil that we have endured, but also out of concern for the safety and well-being of my newfound friends.




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