"Alestir sits at a table in the scamps mug, feeling uneasy about staying in such a big city. Master Jeriko Flora, in his new form is lazily plopped on the neighboring chair licking the remnants of some spilled mead. "Evidently my master still has a good taste for his drinks" Alestir thought with nose wrinkled. "He really hasn't changed that much..."
Mulnari, Febra 9, 1494
Our Journey from Nentsay had been a quiet journey all the way to the literal "tent town" of central. Thinking our funds would go dry soon we decided to pursue for some odd side jobs,(a whole paragraph is scribbled out) which I'de rather not get into. We've finally just arrived in Port Hempstead, hopefully I can find some information to shed some light on this illusive elf in the next couple of months, hopefully weeks...*Alestir is interrupted by a sudden bar fight across the room*..some extra coin would be nice to, for some better lodgings.
Signed
Alestir Brighton