The troll had laughed, its belly jiggling obscenely. And within the depths of its navel glittered an incredible ruby stone. I’d like to think it’s not greed, more a sense of appreciation for the beautiful things in the world. But from the moment I saw it, I wanted the stone. There’s been so little time to amass the fortune I’ve wanted to, what with us being busy being heroes and all that fine mess.
But at the time I didn’t trust the sense of power I felt emanating from the troll. It was all but speaking to me that the stone would not be so easily gained. My first instinct was to steal it, of course. But I didn’t think that would go easily or well, so I gave up. Or rather, I pushed it into the back of my mind as a later pursuit.
Of course, we do have the trinket we set out for now, so our quest here is won. Now we must head back to our endless search for these items that call to my sweet wife Erima. I do find myself quite wearying of all this questing, and missing home, hoping to return soon.I’ve unfinished business aplenty in Fallscliff. Politics, guilds, scheming, you know, that sort of thing. A nobleman’s work is never done, and when he departs from it, it doesn’t sit and wait for him to return twiddling its thumbs. It is much like a porridge while you’re away – it thickens. I can only wonder at how much it has.