The sadness and fear after the goblin attack was lessened somewhat by the hospitality of the Rusty Dragon and the unexpected reaction of Sandpoint's citizens. I only did what anyone might have done in fighting against the goblin scourge, but to be labeled a hero is somewhat overwhelming. I hope that the citizen's ardor will soon fade.
Certainly Desna has guided me here to do more than route a few goblins. I feel compelled to unravel the mystery of their attack. There are too many questions; simple coincidence cannot account for the goblin's timing. The more I learn of the city's past, the more my heart aches for it's people. There must be something that I can do to help, although the town authorities assure me and my fellow travelers that every effort is being made to deal with the situation. For now, I must content myself with helping as I can.
That handsome noble we saved from the goblins has invited us on a boar hunt, presumably as a reward. I am not terribly familiar with Chelax customs, but hunting and killing seems an ill-suited thank you in this circumstance. Honestly, when he invited us to dinner, I had something more ... intimate in mind. Alas, what else can be expected of city-dwellers. So much time spent confined, separated from the wonders which Desna implores us to explore. It is no wonder Foxglove acts so peculiarly.
Sandpoint is in no short supply of interesting characters. The wizened old Varisian, Madame Mvashti, crossed our path the morning of the hunt. She seemed oddly familiar, said she was a seer. I do not doubt her wisdom, but in the case of Adier I think she would do well not to let herself be carried away by fancy. His charm is only skin-deep, if that. One only needs to witness the shameless hussies twittering as he passes to realize that only shame and folly can be found in his arms.
And speaking of folly, I should never have gone on that ridiculous hunt with Foxglove. We were completely unprepared for the perils of the forest, being attacked by a pair of fire-pelt cougars before even sighting our quarry. And the boar! I never realized the beasts were so ferocious. If it were not for Teosi I believe it would have been the end of all of us. Even Ameiko's generosity, Desna' bless her dreams, was not enough to see us through.
But it seems that Desna has seen it fit to preserve me and my companions and so I must believe that I have work still to do in Sandpoint. Let my dreams praise Desna 'till the sun rises anew.