I - Brän
Today has been longer than most I have traveled. Early in the day Kirim and I arrived at the dwarven mining town of Brän on the edge of Prev’va. We entered the town and after deciphering an elderly woman’s directions for ourselves at a small tavern and inn called the Lost Spade.
In the short time I have been traveling with Kirim I have learned that he has a tendency to try and have us room together. With that in mind I hurriedly searched for the owner. I was directed to the goliath by a emerald dragonborn. She was young and very attractive despite her ill fitting clothes. Given the general distaste for the Empire in these parts I believe it’s fair for me to say that she is not treated all to well.
After receiving my room key I unpacked and began to clean. As usual procedure I informed the inn keeper of my healing ability and low prices. He had directed me to a clinic on the other side of town. Before I left I ended up spending a little time in the tavern. While down there I spotted an injured man, my first customer of the day. The man introduced himself as Donavin. He was a very talkative man and as I would find out later in the day a captain of a ship. When I had finished with him I made my way to the clinic where I spent the rest of the day.
I was finishing up my last patient I was approached by a cloaked man with a dagger hanging out his abdomen. I lead him to a hot fire and after heating my knife cauterized the stab wound as well as the one on his back. There’s something comforting about the smell of searing flesh. He paid me nicely, a whole gold despite my five silver charge.
As the sun began to descend I began to make my way back to the inn only to be stopped by a group of dwarven thugs. I admit that my heart began to beat against my rib cage as the thought of being discovered raced through my brain. As the case was they had heard I was making some copper and thus wanted it. Looking back it may have not been the wisest thing to cut that dwarf’s cheek. We battled and to my surprise the man I had just healed came to my aid against the hoodlums.
As soon as the last thug fell a town guard approached the scene. Unsure of how to handle the situation I began to complain to him about the lack of his or any other guard’s presence to stop the fight. He informed me that there has been some trouble with the Duke of the town and his involvement with the safety of the town and mine. I’m not entirely sure how this affect the guards watch but I assume it has some relevance since he brought it up.
With a crossbow bolt lodged in my shoulder I returned to the in the mercenary from before. I healed his wounds and then worked on myself. He seemed fascinated by the arrow head piercing through my skin. That’s the first time I’ve had to perform that procedure on myself. It was painful to say the least.
After I patched myself up I went downstairs for my first meal of the day. It was my luck that Kirim had bought dinner for five. With some time to relax I invited the green dragonborn, Cinder, over to join us after she grabbed me a drink. Yes I know it was a bad idea with healing wounds but I was in need of some liquid pleasure. I sat at the table with her, Kirim, Donavin and the mercenary from before. Small chat ensued.
Before I knew it though Kirim, as usual, informed the table that he was not only from the Empire but also a member of the notorious military family Rahdegar. As to be expected this didn’t sit well. The mercenary began to insult Kirim. I only really had a problem when Kirim tried to deny these ‘allegations’.
Frustrated he left the table which left the table in an awkward silence. It’s strange but when I think back that might have been my first dinner with more than just myself and Kirim since I left. As I took a drink of my ale I was struck with a vision. I saw the Brän in a blaze of fire. A half elf and a dwarf fighting. An elf laughing at their struggles.
When I returned I was being mocked for my inability to hold my liquor. If only they knew. Concerned by the vision I asked Cinder if there were any elves within the city. She informed me that they rarely pass through. Someone is pulling the strings.
My thoughts on the subject were interrupted by Kirim in full gear challenging the mercenary to a duel. How dare he so needlessly fight another man at the risk that either of them could be killed due to their need to protect this idea of “honor”?! I chew Kirim out for spiting in my face and accusing me of necromancy. He returned to his room as a child does after being scorn by a parent.
Donavin began to chat again only to ask where we were all from. I returned to my room.