Journal #6: Everybody loves the bar.

I am still concerned as to why people are always in my bar, why cannot we be in Ashlyn room while we speak to each other or somebodies other than mine. I enjoy my quiet moments as much as the others. No wait, I do not think they do, they seem to be social creatures that need to talk. Night time is the only time I have to my myself, and that's not even true since I now live with Celuriel. A hand full of days into these new living arrangements. I had noticed she had not changed clothes or had any clothes for that matter, it would be a bit of a problem if she continued to wear what we found her in. I had grabbed some of my non-bartending clothes and let her borrow them. A clean simple dark t-shirt and some pants, they might have been slightly big on her but it was better than nothing. We would get her proper clothes in the next town we visit till then she might be borrowing our clothes. I had removed myself from the train while she changed. Now ever since the creepy town, I have not tied her up again, if she has not tried to kill the only person living with her than I can at least give her a chance.
 
As we were crossing into The Dhun we were stopped by some guards, at least I think they were guards. More like some border patrol when passing between two regions of a map. They had us ask some personal questions. Pulling us aside to keep things private which was somewhat considerate of them. I gave them the false name, as I had with many others when I had to give names. They honestly believe that I was a Drow that was raised on the surface. They gave me a Silver badge to wear not too sure how to feel about that, but it is unimportant. Celu came back with a gold badge she had on her shirt. Kazric was somewhat loud with his answers; I’m concerned as to why he gets away with all of this. Came back with a gold badge that he had promptly tossed it aside. Everybody else got off scot-free without any flashy badges.

Cyne, of course, was a bit of dick to the guard that was questioning him. He gave ridiculous answers, and the guard just gave up shortly after that. Despite the dickishness of how he treated him, I got a slight chuckle out of it. During our questioning, I am pretty sure that they searched the carts. Everything seemed to work out; they didn’t find anything too “dangerous.”
 
Coming back to the cart, I forgot I locked Pennyswaggle, so I unlocked the kitchen drawers. With a stupid smile, he waved and was filled with a bunch of poisons in vials. Pin was the first word that left my mouth. She came to claim her bottles of poison. Pin and I had a conversation about how my bar has become very crowded while she walked in and out with her poisons.
 
Back to good old abyssal, I find myself writing in this when it comes to slightly embarrassing moments. Celu started feeling hungry again, this seems to happen about once a week. Which I am glad she does not get hungry on a daily basis or I might be having memory issue in the near future. I have not found any major gaps in my memory so I have to hazard a guess the memories she takes are not too terribly long. It was somewhat awkward as when she felt hungry this time, it was in front of everybody in the bar. She had pinned me, she was far stronger than I thought she would be. I felt slightly wrong when she kissed me, one because of the reasons I do not want to write about and because she was good at kissing? It is a bit hard not to have enjoyed it. I feel like that’s wrong in a way. I am confused by it slightly, but at least in time, I can get come to term with it.
 
Kazric, Ashlyn, and Pin had a religious and lawful school day with the Robot. Something about teaching it morals or some something; they did not ask me about it.
 
Now I have to tell you about the world's most unlucky god damn bandit. We tried to give them the Elven Ale to screw them over, but they attacked us. While our main group took care of the bandits outside one poor bastard was... well, he climbed into the bar with the Celu, Pennyswaggle, Cyne, and Vanbrute. He was the last one to try and do something. This bandit jumped in probably thinking there was going to be somebody to take a hostage or something. We heard a very short scream and then the windows turned red with blood.
 
“My Cart” Pin had yelled.
 
“My Bar” was what I exclaimed as the two of us ran into the bar.
 
Pin used magic to clean up most of the blood and what was left behind. Magic can only do so much, it may look clean, but I assure you that it does not that fresh look. It just looks clean, not to the standard I hold my bars to. I gave it that good amount of elbow grease to give it that special shine to the bar. I do recall grabbing the greatsword of one of the bandits and mounting it in my bar. It was rather good looking in my bar. Quickly rushing to my bar was our half-orc friend stormed asking for something about the interrogation. Apparently, some of the bandits survived? Within a second there was a bottle of Elven Ale in his hands. Should I regret this, probably, but the bandits did attack us first, so at least they would get to taste something nice before Kazric got to them. Wait I've only had it once? Have I? I know I tasted once near the group but... It does not matter.
 
We need to get rid of this Liquid Drug.
 
It’s just not right.
 
I’m going to try and not give it to anybody from now on.
 
Finally making through the mountains, we ended up in a bizarre town. I know the city was on a map I will have to get it that dark town's name from Pin or somebody else. I say 'dark' because there was a rather large amount of races that either from the Underdark or have connections to evil outsiders or plane in their bloodlines. It’s challenging to explain how bizarre this place was unless you were there or passing through. I believe Kraia, Cyne, and Ashlyn stayed in the cart. Ashlyn being the beaming light of 'goodness' she was, I do not think she would find this place comforting. Cyne and Kraia, well they could keep themselves busy. Though I do not claim to know what happened while we walked through the town, I think I can make a guess at how they spent their time.
 
Celu decided to follow me as we walked through the city. I thought this would be a good chance to let her stretch her legs and walk around for a bit. I was not sure how close she would have followed me. Her cold hand and take mine, and she kept rather close. At first, I was not sure why he had chosen to hold my hand, then I thought for a second. I was not sure if she was scared or something else. I could not tell what it was when I had looked at her. So, for the time being, I did not mind having her this close. It was still strange to have a cold hand holding my own. Like holding some cold object, that eventually warmed up. Normally people have heat when they touch, this was different. It was not a bad thing for her hands to like that, this was just strange and new to me.
 
I remember around that time Pin was told her Robo-friend about her keeping her money safe. To bad at that moment, she couldn’t find her money. I have not had to chance to steal a coin purse in a long time. It was not my proudest time on the surface, the first fifteen years or so were rather rough when I left the Underdark. Pin leaving her money out and about, I thought it would be 'fun' to teach her a listen about keeping her coin close. I was not going to keep the money of course, but it would teach her to pay attention, that and I wanted a bit of practice. To say I had a smug face was an understatement. Giving it to her back, she said to do it again and see what happen. It was a cute threat that was completely harmless but telling me that, only made it all the sweeter when I took it the second time. She was deaf and blind it seemed.
 
Coming to a bookshop, I had a split second thought. I bought a book on the great old one. Okay so let me explain, those great old ones are not to be messed with, but I had to explore every option to know what this "Entity" was. Luckily I have not had much interaction with this mysterious "Entity." Since I was still unsure of its true intention it would probably be better if I do not mess with it. I have not felt like something was making me do actions against my will, or have I done something already and I do not know it’s persuading me to take an Action that I thought was originally mine? Effecting my mind in a matter of speaking, I am not sure what the effects of this "Entity" have had on me. What are the limits when dealing with me, what can it do besides persuading me? I know that it can do this because of the demon rock. I am pretty sure I usually want nothing to do with demon lords giving my want to stay away from them. I left that life behind a long time ago; I’m only connecting dots here. Grasping at strands here, with this new book on the great old ones. I know something is messing with me, Pharasma told me that much. I have to explore all methods and options to try and find a lead on what this "Entity" is. This book I bought might have some key to connect the dots further or it just may be a book on the great old ones. With no connections. I might ask Ashlyn for a book on Gods next time I speak with her.
 
Pin bought her books, and I believe a spell tome or something. I was standing not too far, but far enough where I could not hear what she was saying. Then the ratfolk looked at me, and I knew from the darting glare she gave. Pin had just figured out I had snatched her purse again, and I just toss her bag of coins. I could barely hide my grin, having to turn to Celuriel to hide it. I could regret this in the future, Though at that moment I would say it’s worth it. Heading out Licia decided she wanted to the cemetery, Cyne had told us to come back before the sun had set. Telling her that it was best not to go off alone. She begrudgingly agreed, and we passed the center of town, where something loud and green caught our eyes.
 
Kazric bought torture equipment. Concerning yes, unexpected not really.
 
Coming back to the Cart Pin made a final round checking that everybody was there and I briefly talked to her about the Old Gods.

P.S. I believe there bard/bandit with us, and we let him go, wasn’t there for a portion of that.