User:Lhynard/Characters/Brace/Journal/05

 first seventhday of Highsun I am writing at the bar with Korr and the others. He talked me into joining him.

Sleep continues to elude me, and I suspect that my wounds are not going to be able to heal fully until I obtain the rest that I need. Nightmares, still, every night.

I have spent a lot of time seeking solace in a beautiful garden near the herbalist's shop that I visited on my second day here. The willows I find especially peaceful to rest below. Sometimes I wander outside the town, into the woods, and practice my throwing, using it as a way to vent my anger at the gods for the plague.

I have purchased more pages for this journal and more rations for the trail, and I had my clothes and armor mended after it had been slashed up by the goblins. I have offered my services with the elven herbalist, and he did sell me a replacement for my vial of sleep gas. (I could not afford a tanglefoot bag, which I thought might come in handy if Korr can talk me into joining the others in another risky endeavor together.)

They all seem to be spending time together now. I remain apart.

Korr's behavior concerns me less now, thankfully. He seems to have found at least temporary peace with things. I think that he may have had a significant conversation with an always-drunk monk that has been around the others frequently lately. Still, he may just be keeping his true feelings to himself.

Ha! the gnome is calling us the "Delimbiyr Goblin Botherers". not quite the name for an adventuring troupe that I would have chosen&hellip; ~Brace