Great Bear, oh wise and wonderful protector, giver of strength and a stout heart. I pray first, now, for this party that I find myself among—The Dumbarton Oakes Experience. Protect us, give us honor and strength. I pray too, as always, to you for your protection and strength and for those who of my tribe survived. I hold faith. Faith that I will be among them again… So that I might kill the honorless ones that sold me into slavery. Great Bear, this I still pray. Unceasingly. Every. Single. Day. I keep my sword sharpened to the task.
Helpless and alone…
Today was a good day. I killed things.
Also… ALL PRAISE AND HONOR to YOU! I have a wolf pup! For now I call him Dog but it is because I do not want others to know I have named him for my brother and father, Ulric. He is going to be strong in battle. I am training him daily with small clicks of my tongue the way that our tribe taught the mush dogs and the other hunting animals. He is a sweet thing. I feed him scraps and make him tug on a leather strap with me. He has already learned to curl into my backpack and leave his head out for air. Often, I carry that pack in front of me as I still must carry Fenkeh at times. The halfling is stout but not too hefty for me to carry when he wearies. And he wearies a lot. The puppy has more stamina. I must begin calling him Ulric. I do not want to confuse him.
I feel a lot stronger. It is perhaps because I have been pushing and pulling a cart along as though I was a pack animal. This party really needs a mule or something. I’m not a mule. I can get along with very little to eat but it is a good thing, now, that I can eat pleantifully when among this party. They work me like an animal but I am happy to do so because at least I am an equal not a slave. Also, even if I take a great portion, Fenkeh still manages to get the most. I’m not sure how he does that.
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