They are idiots! They are all drunken idiots!
After finally finding the adventurers I had been tasked with assisting, in a tavern no less, I greeted them in a friendly manner. Turns out they didn’t trust strangers in those parts anymore. They apparently were so out of touch with the goddess that they did not even know who I was talking about, let alone had been alerted that I would be joining them. Never mind, that was not even the problem.
I am never going to be able to go home. How could I have any hope of these drunkards completing any mission worthy of a Kesh’un’s quest of passage? Even with my help it seems hopeless. The young one who seemed surprised that glowing coals are hot at least had something familiar in his shadow, unlike the rest of their lifeless shades. However, that seems a small blessing.
They seemed a bit disturbed when I repeated something I was told. Phylacteries? I think they is how she said it. Forgive me Arthrinianna, but you do sometimes lack a bit of disgression, how could I know this word would upset them so.
I should have presumed it would not be so simple after that village. I went into a tavern for a few hours rest, meditation and prayer. The barman just grunted at me when I asked for a room, so I shoved a handful of silver coins into his hands and picked a room at random. He seemed pleased with himself. By then it was midday. Way past my bedtime. However, there was so much light coming in through the admittedly grimy windows. So, naturally I set up some black candles and my dark lantern, making the room a pleasant purple gloom.
At some point some daft woman came in, apparently to tidy the almost empty room, I was meditating on the floor, that bed did not look appealing. She screamed and ran out, coming back with half the village, bearing torches and pitchforks. As if the torches could light the room up. They made various hand gestures, I believe superstitious wardings against evil. I promised I would not curse anyone who did not deserve it. They did not seem to be reassured.
Fortunately, they could not actually see anything, so it would be hours before they would realise I had left the room through the shadow beside the cupboard.
This would never happen in our homeland. Though I felt I must get used to it.