8 Eleint, 1493
❧High Road
Sunset
We’ve been hired as guards for the laborers but we’re not on rotation yet so we’ll have plenty of time to keep our eyes on things! This caravan is different from the last one since not everyone is in a wagon. With so many laborers and guards, the camp looks like a city of tents. Setting up camp was very organized and efficient. The place we stopped is clearly a place set up for repeated camps. It seems that they’ve planned this route so well that there are a specific number of miles we’re expected to travel each day.
Once we got our tent set up, it was hard not to notice that there is a large amount of space between us and everyone else. As a matter of fact, all of the tents around us belong to the cultists. We’re going to have to keep on our toes, clearly. Definitely learned our lesson about the food too, so I went and got a meal kit from the chow line and we made our own stew.
Just after dinner, we had a visit from a gnome who accused us of killing that dead cultist from the last caravan. Now, we didn’t tell him, of course, but we actually think that Jamna did that. It certainly wasn’t us!
Lhel tried to reason with the guy, but he said a WORD and we were suddenly in a cavern with the gnome and his 4 cloaked human (or humanoid at least) friends. There were no exits. We had to fight and managed to kill most of them. The gnome who started it escaped with 1 of his friends. The moment he left, we were back in camp. It was an illusion!
We could hear a commotion and there was a line of torches headed our way. Our camp was mostly intact, so we stashed the bodies in the portable hole and kicked some dust over any blood. By the time the caravan master arrived, we were just chilling around the fire.
We greeted him as he reached our little camp and he looked around in confusion. He turned to the gnome next to him, named Jonah apparently, and demanded to know why he was wasting the man’s time with claims of illegal brawling. As for Jonah, he looked stunned as he followed the caravan master, being berated all the way. Because I was cranky, I very sweetly called, “Bye Jonah” and wiggled my fingers in a girly wave.
Night watches became mandatory after this, no way were we going to be caught off guard again!