We took a day to rest and replenish our supplies (soap and trail rations for me). We also sold most of the items we found in our exploits, netting each of us 312 gold crowns (as well a silver link and a pair of copper bits for smaller purchases).
Kesten asked me to spar with his men. Believing the contest to be unfair, I insisted on facing both Frick and Frack at the same time. This gave me the chance to try some advanced pinning techniques – successfully tying both of them up using the other’s limbs. Thereafter, Scooby complained of an old injury and declined to face me. One might think he had inexplicably become afraid. I suspect Kesten might be made of sterner stuff than his men. I intend to find time to train with him later should our duties allow it.
We also gathered a bit of gossip about some of the other groups issued writs by the regent in Brevoy. Apparently they are likewise hard at work – I am unclear how much we should consider ourselves brothers and sisters in arms, and how much competitors or rivals. The Brevic have a term called “frenemy” which I do not fully understand, but I’m told it may apply in this case.
Our fifth has finally joined us – a half elf, half human by the name of Tōgg. A warrior of the local barbarian tribes, he has somehow also come by magical schooling, training in the ways of wizards. He also travels with a raven he names Poe, which he calls his “familiar,” and a great cat he calls Emily.
My “familiar” did not return while we were at the trading post. It would seem his comfort with me does not extend to comfort with other humanoids and civilization in general. It seems an apt reminder that bringing “civilization” to this region will come at a cost.