[Kenderfriend]

*jumps up onto a small stone wall in Vehl docks, watching the chickens clucking before she pulls out the old journal once more, as she begins to write, it looks rushed, so much so, that it seems like she's trying to cram as much writing on the parchment as she can*

Written on Wedlar, Apreal 11, 1440

Much has happened since I last wrote. We traveled far, through mazes and tunnels to rescue a tortured Q from madness (Yes, we finally did it! Hooray!). I crept with a group into a dark cave in the Rift, fighting through dark elves, mutant spidery dark elves and even this big spider thing called a bebilith! (I mean really big!) At one point though, I fell, and when my eyes opened, I saw some of the group looking very grim. I looked around anxiously, and asked what was going on. Arkolio, Iellwen ad Trouble... where had they gone?
Then one said sadly, "Trouble has fallen for the last time, Keppli".
I was stunned. No! He died, and... I couldn't do anything about it. How useless was I...?

Then for awhile, I didn't see many people around... Don't think Hempstead had ever been as quiet as then.

Just the other day, I saw this short man in Vehl, I was with Rocky at the time. I'd seen him once before, passed him by when I was traveling. He wore dark green and had a squeaky voice... probably a gnome or something. Anyways, his name was Grovel, and he was a druid. He was saying that he was waiting for his friends Nonac and Mangle, who eventually came.
They were a pack going hunting and they invited us along, it seemed like fun so I went. Grovel thought it was an omen, that I loved wolves, Rocky is 'Howling Wolf'... so we were all like a wolf pack together.

We sailed to Dragon Isles, I remember when I first traveled there, a long, long time ago, I was uncomfortable round all those people back then as I had only recently arrived in the town. That was when I first met Ben and he described me as, 'a small person with a big mouth'.

*chuckles to herself and dips the quill in some more ink*
Anyways, back to the point. I stepped off the boat, and then howled loudly, smiling when I saw Lythar dashing towards me, and I greeted him with an ear scratch. I turned my head and then saw Grovel do the same thing, and his wolf called Tum Tum trotted up to him. I grinned as Lythar started barking to the other wolf, and then we set off through the tall forests. It reminded me of old times, being in a pack. It was great that there was no leader, instead of relying on one person, we all relied on each other, and our skills.
Grovel and Mangle took the lead, with me and Nonac behind, and sometimes overtaking to scout, then Rocky at the back singing in his deep voice to keep our spirits up.
At one point though, I was surrounded by minotaurs, and I hacked at them all I could but I was getting slashed badly. Just at the point where I thought I was finished, the others fought the three surounding me until they fell.
They said I was a good scout, that I didn't run and I fought to the death! They said I was welcome to their pack.
My eyes sparkled then, have I ever got such praise? I was thankful to them anyways, that they didn't see me as just another pick-pocket, as quite a lot of people have done.

It was a great adventure anyways, and we sailed back to Vehl, listening to Rocky's song on the way back.
We talked a bit, then this man walked up to us, a symbol of Deliar, as Rocky spotted, hanging from his belt. He said his name was Idoran Mossfeild, he looked over all of us then I noticed he was staring at me.
He squinted and said, "Aren't you Tod's friend?"
I started to panic a bit then, I don't know this guy.
I asked him this and he grinned replying, "I wouldn't forget that lime-green."
There must be something wrong with his eyesight though... this is obviously Forest Green!

-Keppli