Ok, let’s talk about this leader nonsense. And this family nonsense.
I think I may have made a mistake as “leader” of our group. I have this issue with things being taken away from me that I didn’t consent to, and generally it also involves people. I never asked for family, but I also never asked for them to be taken away…or for them to sail away without knowing that I existed. I’m not angry or bitter about that—not enough that I would ever do anything about it or pretend it hadn’t happened. It is the way it is. I grew up a thief, I messed up a job, I went into hiding with Yoon.
No big deal, right?
Until Yoon gets framed for murder. Which isn’t unlikely, considering things she’s done, but come on. What’s the point in framing an assassin who’ll cut your throat out? What’s the point in framing an assassin who has a thief friend who’ll smite you with an arrow? (Yea, that second one I did. That’s not hypothetical.)
I think the problem came up when I made the mistake of thinking that it created a bond between people. And yet, following the unfolding of events after Yoon being framed, we ended up in a position where she kills someone and Fulgen gets angry and leaves. I don’t like when people leave. I like it about as much as I like people lying to me, and we well know how much I despise people lying to me.
Basically. Fulgen left, Yoon lied.
And then cue some family that I’d never bargained for, with some high, noble blood that I didn’t ask for either. I’m having some minor regrets about this whole situation. I don’t like when things happen without the active consent of all players involved, and finding out that I might have some relation to Farin, (Fey) who so conveniently came to our aid when we were fighting a dragon demon was just something that clicked on my instinct, I suppose. Where does that even come from? If it had been Yoon that had been kidnapped (hahahaha. Let’s be honest, they’d all be dead before leaving port.), I would have carved my way through with Firenze. I don’t know if I like all of this rational logic telling me that I should go after someone I don’t even know.
And on that topic of not knowing, when we finally caught up with Farin (Fey) and her captors, she was in a fucking dress? She’d gone all regal and at the risk of losing anyone else, I offered to switch places with her. Rather, I took up the offer. On that subject, everything would have been fine if Mosi and Belfran hadn’t decided they weren’t ok with that and come after the ship I portaled onto with that Xilro elf. Person. Whatever. In Mosi’s and Belfran’s defense, I’m not enough of a leader to tell them not to do something, and I wouldn’t want to be. So logically, not telling them not to do something stupid because I’m not that sort of person was the exact thing that fucked us over. Cue two broken ships. The one who commandeered to track Farin (Fey) down, and the one Farin (Fey) had been on with Xilro.
On the plus side, everyone in the company was relatively unscathed, so I guess that’s ok.
Fey, though, is being very…noble now. Not in a good way, though I wonder if there is such a thing. I’m not the biggest fan of the way she’s acting because it makes it difficult to explain to her that revealing herself to be alive after twenty-five years and then telling her father that she’s been held captive is probably not a good idea. Where’s our alibi, exactly? She’s wandering around with a group of mercenaries, one of whom is a bastard half elf that’s not supposed to exist and might come face to face with a father that probably also doesn’t know she exists. (Me. I’m talking about me.) On top of that, Fey is walking around in that dress with some crest ring or other and people are recognizing her for it and I don’t like it.
I don’t know what will be waiting for us in Celeria. I’ve been keeping a distance from Yoon because she has her own business she’s dealing with, but we’ve run into people from our past. Namely, a shirtless drow who’s helping us get into Celeria itself, and all I want right now is to go home. I suppose the closest thing to home is back at the Thieves’ Guild, but guess what I also found out after sending that letter to Scratch? Mother dearest never wanted me to be a thief. Scratch doesn’t want me in Celeria.
I’m setting a great record by disappointing everyone I know.
I just don’t want to be here. I should have thought this through. I’m surrounded by people and suddenly have no one to talk to. Not that I talked much anyway, but there’s a difference now.
If I run into Father dearest—I’m using these terms because I don’t know what else to call them; I think my Mother loved me, but I was too young when she was gone anyway, so what do I know, really—would he even know what I was? Who? Would he care?
Maybe when this is all over, I’ll go to back to…what was it. Shadowfell? The place with the tree underground. I’m pretty sure no one would look for me there. I have my little dragon and I have Firenze. That’s enough, right?
Point: I liked that tree. No random family members would pop out of it, right? I wouldn’t be compelled into something that I can’t make heads or tails of.