After an ordeal day of almost being someones slave, the company has managed to rescue two prisoners from this member of the Crimson Grip. One is an eladrin named Elona; who is being trained as the ward for Thimble Thumbtack, and my newest assistant and fellow Halfling Linric, whom I will be training him in finances and in the arts of a rogue. In time I will have him be trained by the Prince and we can; in time, take down the old, honorable less Thieves Guild and place the Prince back in his rightful throne.
I’ve finished all the preparations I could do; feeding and clothing my assistant, preparing the caravan and heading towards our next stop. One thing that made me wonder was the Orc, she was the one who saved these folks and she wasn’t even around for the whole time we were prepping. That didn’t feel right in my mind and I know she is up to something; unlike Thimble, who goal is to stop my plan in creating an army within the city walls for any gain using the colosseum as a front… financially and out of power too.
Without my ranting; we headed on to the next stop; I did noticed we were being followed, informed Thosar and he order us to do our task and stop these fools tracks. Most of us; including the armored clad dwarf managed to hide themselves really well. Unfortunately Devaña; our red tiefling, wasn’t so lucky. She was spotted first and was being attacked and what ‘fortune’ came to us when our slave runner himself was in the party attacking us. We managed to take them all; I has a plan to work things out with them but once the bodies fell, there was no saving. All but our Orc ‘friend’ was defeated and we managed to tie up our new prisoner and asked questions.
I knew something else was making his asshole tighter than a dwarven cave and I was about to ask him the name of his master yet he managed to silence himself… permanently. I cursed and was mad to not even get the name of his master; I could had made deals for the colosseum fights and to get the funding and fighters needed for the task… even create the guild for the Prince to have. We headed back to the caravan and we all felt uncomfortable… we were smacked down in a town controlled by the very people we just killed… now we have to make it to the Ebon Citadel as hastily as we can. Yet I don’t know if we can hide due to our ‘noble’ guest and companion, waving that flag makes us targets. She might have to be taught a lesson about proper stealth and self control.