I failed them.
I was supposed to know better. In fact, I did.
I let… What? Compassion? I let it blind me from the truth. I felt bad for Arathmis and the others, who clearly didn’t want to hurt the women or the children.
It almost got us killed.
I knew better. You don’t break a deal, no matter what. We’re lucky, beyond lucky.
I would have agree to the love; I’ve done so for far less than saving my life. I’m glad the riddle proved so useful. I didn’t exactly expect that. I figured it would help, but that much?
We owe Rima more than a thank you. I may have made the riddle and spoke it, but it’s she who suggested it.
Thankfully Arathmis is smoothe of touch. He stole two of the potions, which I’m hoping we can merely toss on our target. Who that target is, I’m not so sure. I don’t trust the obvious and that has saved me more than once.
I didn’t quite expect myself to be so eager to protect Esera’s innocence either. It’s annoyed beyond measure and the paranoid behavior – as terrible as I suffered that – has been odd too. But no one deserves to suffer the foul hand of the hags. I willingly submitted to their influence, hoping to manipulate them because who knows what they would have manipulated Esera – or forced her – into.
It took all I had to play words with them. They tossed Kraj aside but I’ve seen him in action; I know he can toss around a few words and play cool. Esera was far calmer than even I expected. Whatever light she draws upon is clearly powerful. Even Arden summoned a useful illusion, but his gun is what continues to impress me. The Dimentlese nobles are good shots and his is even better, beyond what I’d ever expect.
I’m glad we made it to the Hags, skulks and trolls and all, but I’m worried things are only going to get worse. Those Hags are powerful; I can’t help but respect their capabilities even if I loathe their behavior.
But I would have brought back one of those female goblins if I’d had the power, if only to save the others the horror.
And y’know, I would have offered myself up for the ring-adorned meal.
What’s wrong with me now?