I’m reminded of a time, which seems like forever ago, when I was but a boy. My father took me to a small village deep in the wood, he told me the people there had been quite receptive of the wares he peddled, and he was hopeful to do more business with the locals. I would later come to realize that his choice, though bold, was very impulsive. I suppose in many ways I take after him, but that village proved to be his downfall. Of course this being much later on. No, at that moment he was simply a salesman, as simple as any salesman can be, it isn’t easy work convincing someone they need something. He was never the best at it either. He often barely got by, but that time he was certain. He wanted to earn enough money my mother could open her own practice and he was convinced this town was the key. We went first to the home of the village leader, Fahim Gelhaad, I believe his name was. He was large and grizzly, with a big black beard that appeared to be a bear taken residence upon his face. When he spoke the ground seemed to quake as if to acknowledge he was speaking. His eyes were as spears piercing your heart. Yet, my father looked right at the man, without fear or hesitation, and spoke to him as an equal. I digress, I feel I have been rambling I should probably document my findings. I can ramble more later.
Patient 002, Nate, managed to make it through the fight nearly unscathed. Surprisingly nimble for someone always lazing about. I do wonder if he has somehow found a way to focus that paranoia into some sort of energy source. It could also be a side effect of the Go Go Juice. Further monitoring definitely suggested. He does seem to able to take advantage of my distractions. Though it is hard tell if he is highly perceptive or merely opportunistic. Probably both. I mean I did witness him jump off the back of a giant condor. Side note: suicidal tendencies.
Patient 001,Teak Haslet Calandra Honeysuckle August Annwyl Sage, a wildflower blooming in a barren wasteland, being the aforementioned condor has a unique condition in which she transforms into large animals. It doesn’t seem to have any negative side effects, aside from some unusual grooming habits, but I should certainly like to know more before I can make any confident statement. I will say it is the most extraordinary thing I’ve seen and I once treated a man with working thumbs on his feet.
Patient 003, Tallus Lynch Witchem, took quite the beating. A common trend it seems. He used some Go Go Juice and an application of bladeguard. He seems an above average swordsman and I only say because I don’t hear of many great swordsmen getting stabbed or blasted as much. I honestly can’t tell if he is fortunate or tragic. I haven’t developed a cure for back luck; at least not yet.
Patient 004, Danseroux Ainhoa Lien Mireille Iraina Sancia Elixabeta Azelise da Ysanne, faired well, though I suspect that talking sword had something to do with it. The child’s exceedingly high intelligence I doubt will cease to marvel.
Side note: A strange device seemed to sap the ability to think right out of me, had we not found a magic scroll I may have been condemned to a life of mediocrity. A tragedy I would wish upon no one. You’d think I’d have learned by now not to let my curiousity get the best of me. I shall have to thank patient 004 for assisting me in the recovery of my greatest asset. A mind truly is a terrible thing to waste; or lose.