I know, I know, those must be some pretty impressive dreams, but I"ll be honest with you, I’d been itching for a good fight for a while so when they started talking about it… well, I didn’t put up much of a fight. Who knows? We might even get lucky and do some good while we’re down there, thinning the ranks of the monsters that are always knocking on our doors.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. I blame the ale. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to relax with a good pint of dwarven ale and while it’s not the most potent thing I’ve ever had, this just tastes right. Sort of tastes like home. Mind you, I’m not going to go soft and go back to my old life, pounding on iron so that someone else can go and get themselves killed with it or, worse yet, get themselves killed with it at the orders of some fool noble. I’ve missed the heat of the caves, the thrumming of the mechanics, but what I didn’t miss is just how… well, rigid, everything is. You take orders from him, and he takes orders from someone else and so on until finally we reach some king somewhere. You and I would like to believe that that king has all the knowledge and wisdom in the world, that everything that trickles down to us is part of the greater good, but I’ll be honest with you. In all my travels, I’ve met nobles from many different countries and they’re just like you and me, maybe even worse. Nah, it’s all madness to base your very life on the whims of nobles.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. The others left me to watch over their horses and the dust-ridden magician’s cart while they ran off to get Folgen back. I didn’t want to be left out of any fight, but well… the tavern had a good stock, you know? So, I guess it wasn’t a complete loss staying behind. I got to meet a pair of dwarven merchants that could give as well as they could take, which is as good a compliment as I can give and we got to talking. Reminiscing, boasting, some friendly brawling, you know the drill. When the others came back with our minstrel in tow, I had been able to catch up on much of the kingdom’s gossip and then some. There was some confusion as to what we should do next, but most of them were talking about Sutherland, so I urged them to head north until we came up with a better idea. In retrospect, maybe I should have held them to that original plan instead of being so lax with them.
So, we fought some salamanders on the road, nothing that we couldn’t handle though the magician toasted us along with the creatures for some reason. Nothing we couldn’t handle, but he continues to strike me as very unstable. And this is me saying it, so you can imagine what I mean when I say unstable. Anyway, we got to Sveldheim and, before we continued on to Sutherland, Samuel told the others that he’d dreamed that we should go into the Deep to recover something. I know these surfacers put a lot into their gods and dreams, but surely they’ve at least heard of the Deep before, right? Turns out, they treat those stories of the Deep how we treat their stories of the gods and were convinced that they’d be fine. I know, right? Insulting, it is, but I was aching for a fight and were better to cut loose than down below? Who knows? We might actually survive this.
We traveled under the mountains until we reached Ironforge in all its glory and while part of me wanted to stick around and soak in the dwarven ‘culture’ I’d been missing for so long, we started down. We got supplies, probably not enough, some information and away we went. Almost got killed right out the gate though, as some Umber Hulks burrowed right into us on day one. I told the lot not to look the beasts in the eyes, but you’d think I hadn’t for how often they panicked and ran. Still, we were able to beat the creatures back, so that’s a few less Hulks for the rest of you to deal with, right? It did sober up the others in the group though, as they were beginning to see how much this could be more than they anticipated.
What’s this? A pint for me? Well, if you insist, but it was just a few Hulks.