Day 10
It is odd that as I write this, I experience something that is alien to myself. Faerun had it's share of dangers, it's wonders, it's torments... but one as a mercenary I had never faced was homesickness. This soul had never known it till now, and suddenly my sympathies go to those around me who no doubt are even less at home on the road. Most are young pups, and it's worrying to see so few of sufficient age or maturity, but perhaps an old man grumbling about 'kids these days' is not suitable for this journal.
Dulkantza surprises me. She is stern, taciturn and cold at first glance. My first thought upon seeing her was that she would be a suitable employer for jobs to keep me out of trouble. I was correct. However, we had something of two peculiar outings this day as she strove to fulfil her duty as proprietress of the Miner's Merriment, to an alarming and warming level of duty. She goes above and beyond, for her loyal guests and customers, and is mindful of boundaries.
The other who works there, a young girl named Jusztina, works in other ways, more cunning and clever perhaps. She uses natural allure, charming tone and the power of suggestion to lull people to comfort, and into spending coin. It's impressive, though hardly works on an old fool as I. Amusing, however, that she still yet tries.
A faint sketch is done here of the pair at a bar, etched in charcoal and then coated carefully with wax to preserve it. It's not exactly detailed, as a broader shouldered woman points to a more feminine one, but besides basic shape there is no distinctive features of yet
As I write this my research grows, as does my access to magic. I've trained extensively with armor, and can now wear something a bit more defensive, and pass off as a warrior far easier now. As for casting in armor? Another matter... I suspect the answer lies in meta-magics, which is something that has been only barely hinted at in my nephew's notes.
I've been instructed to seek a few others for training and advice, and told of a tower... and a few other interesting things.
Many times now I've been recommended to the Kinship. Apparently one gives off the impression I'd belong there, but I fear I might simply grow weary of it nigh immediately if bickering is present. Supposing, I shall seek them out and meet the members, and decide from there.
Alen Amaphren of Cormyr