Lord FearonThis group is strange. During our travels I have befriended a half-orc named Merc. He has a very kind heart, and loves his friends openly. He offered me a hug recently. I was internally reluctant to accept, however, he has won me over with his ability to be himself without denying me what I seek. A good ally to have. I don’t know what he or any of the others know of my plan.
My attempts at bravado are met with the opposite of the intended reaction. Perhaps there is more to persuasion than volume, although there is a time and a place for everything. If anyone suspects me, they aren’t showing it.
Crowley thinks he is sneaky, but I know what he has been doing. Ever since the beginning he has been assessing us from afar, always out of danger. He is either a coward, or he has his own plans. I will attempt to befriend him again. So far he has avoided any situation that might lead to an open dialogue. I often wonder what kind of life he has led. His desire for gold is not uncommon, however, how could one spend so much time trying to accumulate wealth, yet dress in rags? Perhaps the money is for some higher cause. Or perhaps he is indebted to another. He doesn’t seem to be very strong, but I would be a fool to assume him weak.
Fenra is a valuable ally to have around. She is the most deadly halfling I have ever met. I feel a strange loyalty, as though she were my sister. Perhaps it is her devotion to the group, regardless of our previous interactions. When that lecherous halfling made his poor attempt to woo her, my hand wandered dangerously close to the dagger at my waist.
The desire to kill is so strong. Direct confrontation is not my style. I need to grow stronger and let others do my bidding. Just a little bit longer. Soon there will be enough vessels to create my utopia.