Reaching back to camp, I immediately went to Beyd to tell him of Sprocket’s death. He did not seemed bothered by his/her death at all, but the half-orc immediately began wailing laments of sorrow. Unperturbed, I gave a final salute to Sprocket by drinking with Beyd.
After a few moments, Deerden the Dwarf came up to me and took my drink! After drowning the drink, he said that Archy was looking for me. Before we left, the Dwarf trying to look at Sprocket’s genitals- (maybe it’s a Dwarven fetish?). I tried to get a sample of Sprocket’s blood to examine, but the half-orc would not let me get near. Confound my luck! A genome’s blood would be an interesting addition to my collection. When will I ever see a genome again? I must figure out a way to get that blood!
Oh and we met another half-elf named Spark. I politely introduced myself. Coming back to Archy, he told me that my dragonic friend had run off and we needed to find another guard for the wagon. I remembered Spark and got him to temporarily fill that position.
We soon met another interesting person, a Tiefling named page. For some reason the Dwarf was completely scared of her and had a phobia of being punted by the Tiefling which let to some interesting campfire conversation. However in the morning despite being scared of the Page, the Dwarf wanted to get the Tiefling hired by the caravan! I ended up vouching for her, because she promised that I could take a look at her blue blood someday soon.
Back to the night, I was able to get some results from the sample of bloods that I collected and it turns out the Kif’s blood had magic in it! The gordon had magic too, but that magic was fast deteriorating. I read a good portion of Blood Detection, Extraction, and Purification Techniques until the dark hours of the night when the fire ran out. I will have to try an extraction and purification technique on Kif’s blood soon.
The next day, I demonstrated the power of my lightning which caused the sky to darken and a thunderstorm to start. My noble dragonic bloodline often enhances my magic – even causing it to rain. Unfortunately, we had to register with Lai A, an another Dwarf. I tried to butter him up with a winning personality, but I have found that Dwarfs are block heads -resistance to common sense and flattery.
All of a sudden, we found a human buried with an Oath-breaker mark on his head and tattoo. He looked of a noble stock; his blood would have been a useful sample. As an oath-breaker, I have no qualms against taking a sample of his blood and then leaving him. Deerden the Dwarf disagreed. He wanted to save him for some reason. I could see no benefit from wasting our time, digging him up and saving up. Unfortunately, the group wanted to save him instead. Fortunately, there was only 3 shovels, so I was able to read a few more chapters of my book while the others dug him out. It turned out; that he was not an oath-breaker, but a marriage breaker. (If he was telling the truth – I could not tell)
Soon one of his friends, a fiery red- headed female Dwarf named Tyjit, came over to protect him. Again I tried to make a new friend, but yet again the Dwarfs are resistance to my great persuasive ability. Curse my luck with Dwarfs! Maybe I need to study their blood more closely.