[Cattery]

There's a number of creatures I wouldn't normally associate with here in Hlint. Creatures that, given that the guards and townsfolk don't kill them on sight that they too must have been brought here by that dragon to help with this Blood character.

Oh, Mother would be furious to see what I've been keeping company with!

Just today I was telling the story of Rakarin the kitchen wench to what appeared to be a half orc fellow. Oh, he made my skin shiver to look at him, but he enjoyed the tales I spun for him, and that's enough.

Ash wandered by as I was finishing the tale, and he stood by and watched as an appreciative audience. He was due to go out with a group of others, but when they mentioned going off by sea, he paled quite considerably and flew to the top of the highest point in Hlint - moaning about the coming flood and protesting that he hated water.

Such a show!

I cannot recall now how it happened, but somehow the half orc, Ash and myself got swept away in a party to explore the goblin caves not too far from Hlint. How do I end up in these dirty places? But they were evil, and so we did much smiting upon them. Pure, uncomplicated smiting.

Somehow Ash and I became seperated from our group, and in the dark, huddled together for comfort, we waited, fearing what lay beyond the pale light we had. The half orc disappeared, and neither of us liking to abandon him, we waited.

Never trust a half orc. Though he did come back looking for us, the fellow had travelled back to Hlint alone, and had all but abandoned us to our fate. We only found him again as we determined that we had waited too long, that we would fight our ways back to the surface, if need be.

Fresh air had never been so sweet.