Advent log. First entry.
I can’t believe its all happening again.
I have been looking for her for what must be twenty years. I still can’t remember when I actually woke from my big sleep, so many years ago. Or why I seem to age so slow. I should be well into middle age. But I’m not. I have the physique of a mature man, a strong worker, not an aging serf. I wish I could remember.
But enough self pity. Something has changed. Now, at long last, I have seen someone. Well, two of someone. Back in my day, we, the dwarf Rigr, the priest Himung, the accursed paladin Conager, Vestra, my sister and Maul, my bear, travelled with a thief named Talina. She, along with the rest of us, were all overcome by the great evil that befell our party deep in the ruins of the undermountain. To say that we knew each other is an understatement, we had travelled together and faced evil many times and bore each others burdens for a handful of years before we were separated. But finally word came to me of one of my former kin.
I knew she would turn up here eventually. She can’t help it. Shiny things. Baubles. Coins. Precious things. Wherever they are, you will find her. Or rather, you won’t. It is what you don’t notice that gets your attention, if you know what you are looking for. Crowds of people. Ale flowing freely. Coin changing hands. Wherever these things are she will eventually turn up. Nice thing about a small town like this, there’s only one pub. So only one place to wait.
I didn’t fully know what I might do when I finally saw her again. I have not forgotten that you can never fully trust her. Not money, not companions, not the quest, certainly not your back. But you could always count on her to get through. To survive. I guess I’m not too surprised that she is the first of my companions to be found. Just disappointed. She is slippery at best, downright eel-like when it strikes her. WHen I saw her the first time, she may have already taken notice of me, but she made no show of it as she ghosted across the room to upstairs. Having waited a moment, I moved to head up the stairs and have her answer my hammer’s questions, only to be stopped by some popinjay ask me too many questions I cared not to be answering. Being a persistent thick-headed buffoon, by the time he shut his yam trap, Talina was headed down the stairs again. Only, she wasn’t. Nothing could have prepared me for this. It was someone who looked like Talina. Almost. This was not
the same girl who went up the stairs. But it was.
By the time my brain had caught up with what was happening, I ws sitting on my stool, quaffing my ale, and she had sat down right next to me, and had begun speaking to me. Something I don’t believe the Talina I remember had ever done. With no show of recognition or usual snide remarks or condescending tone she usually wore. She had the right look, the right walk, the right voice, but the fact remained… this was not Talina. Having deduced that she had made arrangements with the smiling clod, I asked him a few questions, led him to believe I was interested in making that way myself, and retired for the night. Something was wrong, alright, but it would not be revealed what till the next day.
We set out at light, and the rain had settled for a moist and miserable setting, and we walked half a day’s march before things became interesting. the party gave notice of the figure that left after us at a turn in the road, and some of our party, myself included, decided to hang back and see when the figure would pass. The ranger, a wood elf, Fired a “warning shot” at the would-be shadow, and at last , I had a proper look at her. It was Talina all right. She had a twin, the other protected by the doltish Paladin in our midst. She was a rearguard Reemus the Popinjay had arranged. Having convinced the wood elf not to shoot her, I gave Talina a firm look so she would not be mistaken: I have questions. And you will answer them.
Upon making our way back to the group, proper introductions were made, and the story of the twins revealed. Talina, or Ta-Lina as she now says, has a twin, La-Tina. It is at this point that the greatest surprise of all was revealed to me, a fact of which all others pale, even over her being twins, pale twins at that. I was so shocked that I said nothing, a fact completely lost on all the others, oblivious as they are. As they were sharing names and skills, and the twins dothed their hoods, something became apparent. They were human. Completely human. Not interesting? Not intrigued? Well, let me explain.
They were totally and completely human. Not half-elf, not half-orc, fairy, wood elf, or any kind of other. Completely normal. Which is why I am so confused. So misled. You have to understand. Twenty years ago, Ta-Lina, or Talina, was an elf.
At least there won’t be any more surprises.