The group Cenedra was in, has quitted the force and joined the service of a nobleman to protect his caravans. It is the same noble as the one who had been attacked the other day. Though Cenedra isn't looking forward to a week in which she has little time for herself, she longed too much for the desert to stay in Thyr.
While already having agreed to go along with the journey as watchmen, Cenedra still has doubts. No Elven sorcerer in his or her right mind would go without reason to a city, though it seems this is exactly what is going to happen...
This all seems so long ago, diary, but the close presence of others in the last few days hasn't given me the time to write without being noticed. I shall try to recall the happenings of this day as accurately as possible, though in a couple of pages it will become clear why I remember so little about this.
The first thing we did that day was visit the noble once more. We all had
forgotten where we were expected to go to, though afterwards it turned out
to be the caravan's gate, as the noble explained. The halfgiant and I asked
the noble some more questions to ready ourselves for what might be coming
our way. In the back of my mind kept playing this single question: "Why
him ?" Why did a group of people go to such lengths to get to this noble ?
Perhaps he was holding out on us, something wasn't quite right...
Then again, I'll never fully understand the way of citizens. After all,
they have chosen to place themselves on eachothers lips and endorce
eachothers company and behaviour. I pity the elves that do clanwork inside
a city.
I didn't get much wiser from what little information the noble had to offer. I thought it over once more while we made our way towards the Caravan's gate, but could not come to a fitting conclusion. At the gate we met Dors, headman of this caravan. While the rest of "my" party chose to sit in the rear car, I elected for running. The burning sand under my bare foot made me relieve my spirit. Though my condition has never been good, even for Elves, I managed to run the whole morning. After the first reststop I felt it was wiser to take refuge from the sun inside a car, and with sorrow in my heart and a big, satisfied grin on my face I stepped inside the rear car.
While Syrx played a joyful tune that kept my mood extremely good, I examined the rest of the travellers. There was another Elf in the wagon, though he didn't seemed too pleased with my company. I found it strange he hadn't given in to his urge to roam the desert, but had preferred the car above it. Furthermore I recognized Razan among the passengers. He was a formal templar, I was quite sure. I felt not at ease, knowing very well that he had been trained to recognise magicians and deal with them. (This is also the reason I haven't written for sometime - he or others might notice it.)
At another reststop we had a little run-in with a couple of overgrown scorpions. Nothing Balur couldn't handle, with a little help from that idiotic halfgiant. Well, at least that halfgiant turned out to be good for one thing, which was more than I had expected from him.
When we came at an oasis, we stopped to make camp for the night. Razan jumped out of the car and ran towards the small lake. He fell to his knees and began drinking the water. The next second he fell over and made some quirky movements. When examining him, it became clear we would be better of if we didn't drink this water. Razan was dead.
If that wasn't enough, suddenly a ferocious creature lifted it's ugly head from the water. Baalor, who stood closest to the beast, assumed a fighting position. The creature looked at him in a strange way, very intense. Baalor attacked, and the halfgiant had finally gotten around to doing the same. This worried me, for his style was as dull-witted as his brains.
The monster took a second strange look, this time at the halfgiant. The
halfgiant immediately froze in his place. I should have known...
At least the Elf, who had been silently sitting in the car the whole day,
was now actively fighting along with Baalor. The rest seemed scared to act,
and I must admit that I was too. I also knew that the snakelike reptile would
take me down without so much as a glimpse, and that I would only walk in the
way of those who were able to put this creature to sleep.
Baalor landed a couple of forceful blows on the creature, which gave it up and fell to the floor as loose dirt. We then turned in to get some sleep after this long, eventful day.