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I recall Akarthis's elation when his fireball did in fact penetrate and strike...for 36 points of damage.

I will gather information in town for rumors about the green dragon, and about the black dragon.

Is there time to train? Following my...uphappy incident...with the fungal whatevers, I feel as if I have lost some of my fighting skill. I would like to have the opportunity to train again and...and to m-m-meditate at the chapel of Heironeous.

I know this training will not come cheap, but I am not sure we have the assets as yet for me to train. I will follow the party's advice on this.

Akarthis was...he was a good man. He fought well, and he saved us several times from seeming impossible situations. Perhaps he and I did not always agree, but I couldn't help but admire him tenacity. I'll miss him.

I don't think Aerie had a bad childhood. I never heard Tas or Neilandy mentions such a thing either. Or Thorakk or Tar or Ina'ceer.

Perhaps suffering as children is what makes us the bloodthirsty servants of justice we are today.

Here's what I've learned about Sam after talking with him...

He was taken from an orphanage and made into a slave. They called him "Sampsa the Unwilling" and beat him when he defied them. He eventually slew two of the slavers and escaped.

He's been part of at least one other party. Unfortunately, his party was slain after he was knocked unconscious. He's just been wandering since then.

He likes to show off his strength, but maybe that's just to me. He also showed me his scars - sexy, if you ask me.

He can't read or write (and doesn't even speak too well), but he knows one letter, and he knows it in three of the four languages I speak: he knows the letter S. Apparently, someone - the slavers or party or the other orphans for all I know - taught him that was his name. Then they told him that anything with an S-glyph on it was mocking him and should be destroyed. I guess they had fun with that, putting S's on various things and making him attack. He never understood why rocks and lizards would mock him, but he did what he had to do. Needless to say, I think, he has a very violent reaction to snakes and the like.

He does not like to be teased or humiliated!

Let's make it 4000 each with the other 875 into the kitty, okay?

I've heard rumors during my time in Callistor - something is going on. I'm going to gather information while I am here from a variety of sources. I hope to know more soon.

I'm training to become a better fighter. If we're going to have to go back into that hole to fight that demon, I plan to be ready.

And I'm bringing Sampsa with me - he'll be an asset to our party.

He can just stay away from civilization for the nonce. Maybe he can get a cloak or whatever in the future. He'll be fine.

I just met this big hunk of meat who calls himself Sampsa. I think he needs some sort of cloak to disguise him when we're in town. Can anyone make a suggestion as to where to go and what to get?

You men and your overdeveloped sense of honor. Seriously, what do we get for all our efforts? A chance to die? I'm as good in a fight as any of you, but that's not something we're ready to handle. Remember: Aerie didn't get a chance to so much as raise his fist before he was slain - where is the honor in that? Are you two really so ready for death that you're thinking of going back? Really?

I'm not going. Not without someone or something bigger and stronger than any of us. Akarthis, you say you have a demonologist of some sort coming to fight with us. That's something, at least. We can take these children with us (she looks at them with the smallest sneer) to serve as distractions - they all look strong enough to at least swing a tree branch if nothing else.

But I don't know if that's enough, and I really really don't want to go.

I already know you will insist that we go, Akarthis...and I concede that your spells have been considerable in the fights we've had. And I feel that I...that I owe you something for getting me out of there.

OK, I'll go with you. I feel that I would benefit from some additional fighter training, though. Is there time enough for me to enhance my fighting skills before we go?

And, come to think of it, when I'm in town getting the training I need, I can swing over to the beefcake district and see if there are any strong, silent types who'd be interested in mixing it up.

And then fighting, of course. (snicker)

We got the rug, the jewels, everything of value in that place - why go back? It's not as if we can do anything now for Tas, Neilandyr, or Aerie.

Cut and run, I say.

I know there's more treasure to be acquired if we slaughter that cleric and that whatever-it-was, but it's not worth dying for. There's got to be an easier way to make a profit.

We need to go deeper into the mines, following the map until we find the gold. Who's with me?

I miss Ina'ceer. You men have even gotten to sweet, darling Thorn. Magical fluids indeed. Sigh...

Just be careful, Akarthis. Your fire is needed to defeat many of the evils we face on our quest for ... what is it we're trying to accomplsh here? I don't seem to find many gold pieces in my pocket to justify the excess and strain I - I mean we - have put forth ... on our quest for victory.

And I did not "wander off" under a confusion spell: I was searching for something that could help us fight since what we were doing seemed to have no effect.

Let me see that map again. There is a treasure to be found at the end of all this, isn't there?

I will not apologize, Aerie. Butt out; go meditate or whatever it is you do. It was just a *joke* - I could not care less what Akarthis's sexual orientation is.

Tas, you and Akarthis go on an jibe at each other. I'm going to talk to Ina'ceer.

Men.