This morning we set out on our quest to rescue Mom. I thought we were going to set out bright and early, but evidentially the sun god requires much tedious chanting, prayers & sermons before anyone can think about taking a morning pee, let alone start out a journey. Sometimes I wonder how Mom could have felt anything for this stuffy uptight prick. If they want to trade me Mom for the Elf, they don't have to ask twice. To see him ride on his high horse in full plate, he looks like an automaton. To see him here and think of Mom in danger makes me so mad. At least he's trying to be of some help.
Anyway, after sister Llirya gave us each a couple vials of a healing draught, which made me feel a lot better, they sent us on our way back towards the village. They even let me use one of their horses. Brother Joill gave me this journal to keep a log of our travels. He says that every great expedition needs someone to record it. I don't know about a great expedition, but it's probably best someone knows what really went on.
It was almost night fall when we came upon this band of lawmen, and women. This gunslinger lady even knew Auntie Pigeon, actually, so did this really good looking lordling. They had with them two half-elves! One was kind of shady looking, the other was a kid, and a bookworm kid at that. So we're camping with them tonight. I'm really glad to be back out in the open sky.