Dear Journal:
As I wandered around the marketplace yesterday afternoon, the others were apparently procuring a map of Wellspring we were to pick up yesterday morning. To be honest, when I think back on that day, I recall mostly the belligerent fruit vendor and the grave-robbing snake oil salesman.
Nevertheless, we acquired our map and set out on the trail to Wellspring. Halfway to the town, we came upon the Red Dragon, a notoriously rowdy establishment, known for its loud music, fine women, and shady patrons. It seemed like my kind of place.
The employees were preparing for a performance as we entered. I ordered a glass of wine and began to mingle with the customers as my wallflower accomplices sat down to their tables in silence. After the Teifling band began its set, I looked away from the dancing women for a moment and noticed Stovokor staring at a hooded human in the corner. (Talos was, at this time, attempting to feign intoxication for some bizarre reason.) I had already held my suspicions about Stovokor's "alignment", and assumed he was after a taste of the flesh. Since he lacked a personality, I thought it best if I broke the ice and perhaps make it appear as if Stovokor was the least bit interesting. I attempted to introduce myself as Stovokor joined us at the hooded man's table. The man was very rude and increasingly hostile. This is when I decided Stovokor needed no help. They were a perfect match.
It seems my imagination got the best of me. Stovokor was merely seeking information and the man turned out to be an agent of the kingdom here to spy on members of the band. He suspected their involvement in the affairs of Dreknar.
He suggested we follow the band after the show to see what they were up to. So Alyana tailed their carriage afterward until it was evident that they were heading to Wellspring.
So we were off. We had then been traveling for over a full day without proper rest. As we neared the city walls, fatigue began to set in. I had the brilliant idea to request lodging in the outlying farmlands, but the entire countryside was deserted.
This humble farmhouse was the closest from the road and suited our needs well. In a moment, I will wake the others and we will finally make our way through the city gates.
I recall from my studies that this town is dedicated to the God of Knowledge. I pray that Ioun retains a presence here; and may He and Corellon watch over us during what promises to be a very eventful day.
