I’ve spent most of my time here in Vereen looking for some kind of work that will take me to places I haven’t been before. My free time has been spent exploring the city and seeing all the amazing sites the city has to offer. It is on my 4th day in town that something interesting happened.
The day began like any other, I got up a few hours past midnight as I only require 4 hours of sleep. I started my day with some exercise, meditation, and reading. Around dawn, I grabbed my bow, arrows, short swords, and my other gear and I checked out from the inn I was staying in. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be coming back. The town at this time was already busy with merchants headed to their stalls, tourists wanting to make most of their day, and guards to keep everyone from misbehaving. Although I’ve seen more people than ever before here in the city, I am disappointing to not have come across many elves and not a single wood elf in my roaming. As I ate some food from a stand I decided to explore the palace gardens because I was feeling a little home sick from not seeing others of my race.
At around midday, I decided to walk over to the docks to find some work. It was the busiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. All the ships and sailors coming in and out with all the cargo being unloaded had a sense of organized chaos. I was in awe and couldn’t help but just watch. Then I noticed the water. I had never seen so much water before, It stretched over the horizon and I just thought to myself ‘This is only a lake’ I couldn’t imagine what bigger bodies of water could look like. I assume it’s something like the Evergreen forest except water instead of trees.
After a few hours of not finding work, I decided to head to the middle of town for a speech that some steward was giving. Apparently things haven’t been going well here and he was going to address some of that.
In the square, I decided to take a spot at the edge of the crowd as I am still not used to the vast amounts of people that live here and out of habit for keeping my situational awareness as high as possible. I immediately noticed that many of the people in the crowd were not happy at all and were looking for any reason to go off. The Steward walked onto stage with a host of hisses and boos, it’s amazing how much noise a crowd can make, especially when it isn’t happy. A few minutes in, after The Steward said something about having a successful festival so far the crowd went off. I could hear several instigators in the crowd riling them up. As the crowd began to advance on the stage, I decided to walk closer to an exit just in case and to keep a hand on one of my short swords on my hip. At the sight of the guards at the stage though, the crowd thought better of it and began to disperse. It was then that, what appeared to be, hooded figures ran out into the crowd with seemingly ill intention. I then heard a call go up some voice saying “Hey! Stop!”. Looking over I saw that the hooded figures were in fact pick pocketing and stealing what ever they could from the crowd. Many people realized what was going on at the same time and it was then that the hooded figures decided to get out before trouble began.
As the figures were leaving the square, I could not believe my eyes, standing across the square from me was another wood elf. Not only was there another wood elf but I could tell, from his equipment and the way he was looking at one of the figures he, I presumed, was now stalking, that he was a hunter, or ranger as called by the people in the city, like me. Sadly he was not from any village I knew of as he had a wolf pelt around his shoulders and there are no wolves in my home forest. I decided to follow to see if I could learn something from him or help if he was attacked.
As we went into the alley me about 20 paces behind this elf, the elf decided to climb the buildings on the side of the alley. It was then that I decided I needed to speak up, so knowing that he would trust another elf I say in elvish “I’m here to help you” and I revealed myself to him when he looked over. Noticing me, he decided to keep on the hunt and so I decided to follow from the ground. A little ways down the alley at an intersection, we see a human child of no more than 14 or 15 years bump into our prey I realize that they know each other and our prey decides to head down the alley the child came from. Only a few seconds go by when we see the hunted stop and hear some kind of conversation or shout. At this, our target turned and hurriedly headed back the way we came. My experience saved me at this point as he passed within arms reach of me and did not notice. Seeing that there were two choices I looked up at the strange wood elf on the roof to see what it is he wanted to do as this was his hunt. Seeing that he wanted to continue following the figure I decided to go along because I still hadn’t learned anything from the stranger.
When we reached an intersection the figure made a sharp turn into the branching alley, the elf miss stepped on the roof and fell. I ran over to see if he had injured himself and then tried to keep tabs on the prey but he was gone. As I was helping him up, the elf introduced himself. He was Canis Arctos, from the forest of Kanata in the north.This intrigued me as I didn’t even know there were wood elves that far north. I introduced myself to him and we decided to go back to the square to see what became of the crowd.
When we entered the square I again couldn’t believe my luck, coming out from an adjacent alley was yet another wood elf, this time accompanied by a creature I assumed to be a gnome of some king and a horned thing I had never seen before but I knew was intelligent. I approached the wood elf and greeted him and introduced myself in Elvish. I learned this other elf was named Rillik Fen. Seeing me speak another language his two companions got a little uneasy seeing this, I asked him again in elvish “where did you pick up this rabble” inadvertently motioning towards the horned creature. Seeing this the creature seemed to get defensive and his reaction amused me. I then switched to common and began conversing with the other two thinking that if Rillik allowed them to accompany him I should be able to tolerate a conversation or two with them. After introductions I learned that the short one was indeed a Deep Gnome from the Upperdark named Gwirk Mudspore and the horned one was a Tiefling known as Armaros Tirah. I had heard of Tiefling before but had never seen a depiction of them let alone a live one.
We then as a group walked to an Inn called The Dancing Pony in the northern part of town where we grabbed a table, ate, and drank while conversing of ourselves and our adventures in the city. After a while we decided to call it a night and we each went to our seperate rooms where I did my nightly routine of cleaning myself and my equipment, meditating, and finally slipping into my wakeful trance that my race substitutes for sleep.