The Wheel Turns...
Rodrick's Fifth Entry
First we weren’t to sure if Nalei was going to make it, the apothecary did all she could and we couldn’t risk waiting around the town much longer, with a little bargaining the caravan master agreed to allow Nalei a space to rest up in the caravan in exchange for some docked wages.
After a few tough days travel she slowly began to recover.
Then I had one of ‘those’ dreams with the Dark fiery guy and a pretty crispy Gode, Jonah was in my dream as well but none of the others were, as much as the two tried to convince us to join them we weren’t having any of it, he spoke some nonsense of how a horribly fate awaited us.
then we awoke and promptly felt like I had been run over by a wagon, horses included, instead of feeling better both jonah and I began to feel even worse, soon we could barely work, then could barely stand and then we lasped into what I think nalei described as some kind of deep fever.
I remember seeing dark things in my dreams and omens of things that may or may not be, its hard to describe they were dreams after all.
I saw many people I knew, none of them happy, it was like the world was doing everything it could to fall apart, strangely there was one specific person that stood out in my feverish dreams….. and I have no idea who the are, perhaps someone I’ve seen in tavern before, who knows, perhaps it was no one and my mind was getting creative at tormenting me, perhaps it was I think Ill check to see if anyone else recognises the description, jonah does but he doesn’t know who they guy is either, apparently we had very similiar fever dreams with only a few differences.
Once we awoke from the fever I felt amazing, like I had never even been sick, good timing to since we were getting close to caemlyn, Berek had bought and loaded us into a cart while we were sick, apparently the caravan master didn’t want us around, still got paid though.
only a few days out of caemlyn we stopped to pick up some suppliers from a nearby tavern, where I may have accidently started a only slightly lethal bar room brawl, I think most of the people survived, maybe, well me and my friends did anyway. So we picked up a hitch hiker and went our merry way.
It wasn’t long before we arrived in caemlyn anyway, our hitch hiker was a great guy, he described himself as a good queens man, and we adopted the red ribbon like he did to identify ourselves as similar good queens men, the inn we were going to was called the queens blessing so we didn’t want to look to out of place in this gigantic sprawling city. there were people everywhere, how could a place like this be packed to bursting?
With a few directions from the locals we managed to find our way to the queens blessing, unfortunately Moraine and Lan weren’t there to meet us, but the barkeep and the patrons seemed like good folk, so we tried to organise a place to sleep for the night, best we could do was some floor space in the library, but free food if I play for the patrons, I have been getting alot of practise lately.