*written by the Goblin Wastlands' campfire*
These last few days have been interesting. I have been talking with Pristine more than others. I was helping her with getting malachite and greenstone with Im' tiau. We got the gems with little trouble and we headed to Hempstead with our bags full. She was heading to Vhel but asked if I could do a favor for her. She wanted to talk with Trent about the kobold stick she needed to turn in but she could not go in according to Hempstead laws. She tied a rope to that collar she alway wears and hands the end of the rope to me. She recieved the collar in an arena that chained her agianst gladiators or some other competitors. Not sure. But she has never tried to get the collar off. I sort of held the rope, not feeling right. I told her I'm not into having a slave or escorting one through town to the docks but she insisted it would only take a few minutes. I asked her if anyone would truly believe I could keep her immobile if she was to try to get away. I felt twitchy knowing I could get in deep trouble for doing this. We headed straight to Trent and he sort of looked at me like I was crazy... I felt crazy leading someone that's about three or four feet higher than myself. He was hesitant on accepting the stick as if Pristine would try to strike at him or start rampaging... We headed out and as soon as we were out of sight of the gate guards I dropped the rope. She apologized about making me uncomfortable and held up the coins and bag she got from the stick. Felt better knowing that it worked and no one was suspicous. I do not wish to repeat something like that.
All I have at the moment to write about.
-Fellow