Thank goodness, Maral is finally getting to be a useful
traveling companion. I was getting worried that he’d
just keep moping about until he ran out of money or got
himself killed while I wasn’t looking. But since we’ve
arrived in Atur, he’s been a lot better. First he found
allies and together we solved a murder that the
authorities mistakenly suspected my involvement in. Then
he actually took initiative in finding the group some
employment! A simple guard-these-crates job, but still,
I think having a group to work in is helpful. Glad he’s
finally sticking up for himself instead of just being
grumping about. I mean, sure he’s got a hard path,
getting shat on by the family like that. But I’ve had
it worse, and you don’t see me complaining. Wonder what
he would say if he knew… as interesting as that question
is, best to save that revelation for now. If it upset
him enough, we could lose all the progress we’ve made so far.
And it has been definite progress.
There was a moment when it looked like he might have
slipped into his funk, when the merchant casually noted
the unusualness of a Glorgirn guarding merchandise instead
of overseeing it. But his sense of duty kicked in when we
were doing the actual guard work.
Two serious attempts (probably from the same source) on the
goods in one night! I think the description as ‘moderately
valuable’ might have been a bit of an understatement. Good
thing we’re all young enough to stay up all night when we
need to, so we can be there when the bar is stealthily slid
back, or the loading bay not-so-stealthily smashed in by
a battering ram. In one shot, no less. At least it gave
me a chance to assess our companions’ skills, and no one
got hurt (that we care about, that is).
Dolg’s unarmed style seemed better at defense than offense,
though that may have been the luck of a few rounds. While
he wasn’t doing much damage to start, he was holding a
position against four assailants and not getting clobbered,
which is pretty impressive without armor. This gave me time
to get a few choice shots in from the darkness. I have to
remember that I’m running short on the best arrows, can’t
depend too much on my luck. Syama wasn’t putting the enemy
out of commission, but not her job in a properly configured
group, and she was doing nicely at her real job, getting
the fallen back up. Once we had both Dolg and Maral going,
they made short work of the rest. Two dead, two captured,
none escaped — now that’s what I call success!
Our employer complained about the bandits getting blood on
his nice warehouse floor, the bastard. What the fuck does
he think the alternative was? Maral showed rare form,
offered to hire out cleanup. Which is easy enough, and
cheap, so probably the better bet than the sharp answer
that was on my lips.
Maral was in ebullient mood after the fight, but as the
morning wore on, he started withdrawing again. I’m pretty
sure he’s never killed a man before, the gentle soul. Sigh.
Yet another thing to gently work around. I’ve got my work
cut out for me.
And you know what would be awesome? If we could take our
nap before the depositions to the constables about how the
bandits were killed/captured. Ah, well.