The Wheel Turns...
Berek - The Old Woodsman
Shortly after my last entry, and after we had dispatched the cowardly merchant to flee, a hammering came at the door. Now I was the only one, other than the barman, in the front room – the others at the in a private dining room at the rear. White Cloaks were searching the inn, after a dragon’s tooth had been carved on the door. I managed to delay them for a few seconds by bluffing that I had sent a message, then simply had to pray that the conversation had given the others enough time to get away.
Despite Nalei’s bungling (apparently she tried to intimidate the White Cloaks into letting them leave) we were saved when Morraine started throwing around a few powerful weaves. This distracted the fanatics long enough that we managed to flee the town.
The travel to White Bridge was uneventful for the most part, and does not bear relating. The only incident of note was an attack by Trollocs and a bat-thing, which we escaped only through luck and the peculiar actions of a pack of wolves and the old woodsman we encountered. Whatever may happen, I am ever grateful to all of them. Shortly afterwards we happened upon a boat, and Rodrick managed to talk our way on as crew for the rest of the ship’s voyage. Now we are resting in White Bridge, and I will shortly be going to the ring for a fight. Since we are short on money, I thought it would be worth earning something in any way we can.