As I lay in what one could call a mushroom house I am reminded by a phrase my father once told me, “To have a plan and to execute a plan are two very different things”. The memory makes me chuckle,
which causes several of my wounds to reopen…
It has been 3 days since the battle to free the young Prime. At its core, it was a success. I was able to dispatch the slavers and free their prisoners. The devil, however, is in the details.
First the battle. The Drow Warriors were dispatched easily enough. I was able to lure them into a passageway that was just wide enough for them to come at me one at a time. The two priestess put up a much more challenging fight. They gifted me several of the wounds now seeping blood. Luckily the Myconid were able to temporarily reanimate the fallen Drow warriors and the overwhelming odds turned the tide quickly.
The Myconid Prime (who now calls himself Stump) was secured, along with a few others. The Dwarf, Quagoth, and Kuo-Toa were also saved.As expected the Lady dwarf wished to be on her way as quickly as possible. She introduced herself as Eldeth Feldrun but would not go into details as to where she was from or where she was headed. She only mentioned that her home was a few weeks walk away and that she would forever be in our debts. After gathering some provisions from the loot secured from the slaver camp she was gone.
The Kuo-Toa introduced himself as only as Shuushar. Aside from coming in and offering me different herbal medicines he has kept mostly to himself. He eyes me strangely and has asked me several times about my origins. He is a strange fellow.
Finally, we have my new shadow, the Quagoth Deren. He refuses to leave my room and rises with fang and claw at the ready whenever my door opens. He also refuses to make eye contact with me and completely refuses to speak.
Tomorrow Shuushar says I can begin moving around again, in fact Stump has asked for a private audience with me as soon as I can stay upright.