It was a long and cold boat ride down here. Nothing to warm my bed save mulled wine and a warmer pan full of coals. The company these months, regardless of how fine it may be at first, can become tedious after some time. Now we only, thankfully, a few days from Freeport.
Charlotte’s incessant harping on about Erima, Hugo’s constant drilling, Kaleb’s rather amusing eagerness to get back to his home as well as his irascible sense of curiosity, Duul’s utter silence punctuated by occasional bullish snorts, and Robin’s grunts of exertion as she works out. Those are about the only sounds I have heard for a long time.
And as for the subject of Charlotte’s amusement, well… she barely speaks to me much as of late, anyway. Erima certainly looks as lovely in furs as in the dress I bought her, but that avails one nothing when they can only look but never touch. Admiration can only be carried so far before it should rightfully be acted upon. And besides which, why ruin a friendship with intimations?
Orril is much better company as of late. Curled upon the warmed bed together, he speaking quietly of his rather dodgy past, has given me pause to study and contemplate some things. Namely, our introduction into the society of Freeport. We’re going there to track down a shadow. A killer. It’s highly unlikely that anyone in that city, either of low or high stature, will speak of such things to an outsider. I have no doubts that the fellow is known there at all. I do, however, have my doubts as to whether this crew that is assembled will ever find our shadow.
I’ve been working on my disguise. I don’t see how any of my other companions will be able to disguise who or what they are. Maybe I will give them some direction. If they even bother to ask, that is.
Duul is a minotaur; while he may have the advantage in that many in Freeport may not be able to distinguish between one minotaur and another, there is also the fact that he is certainly well-known by name by the time we’ve reached Freeport. The only thing I could suggest to him is adopting a different name, to be honest. I’ve little knowledge of how to disguise a minotaur.
Robin will be easy; she has already made some efforts to change her appearance significantly since our time in Barakesh. A new name and some documents, and she will be a new person. I am rather pressed as to how I will document her, however. I am thinking bodyguard. Her skills in combat are considerable, but her constant drinking remains a problem. Ah, I am one to talk, there, eh?
Hugo is a Knight of the Dragon, there can be no disguising that with his armor and gear adorning his stalwart person. He will have to be traveling apart from the rest of us, unless he and I can come up with a valid reason for him to be a part of my retinue. I’ll have to find out what appeal traveling with a bored noble’s crew would have for his Order.
Kaleb should be very easy, a wandering peddler, touting wares from across the world from home he’s garnered in his travels. If he can only keep his silly creature under wraps. That would certainly be a dead giveaway, in my estimation, of who he is and what he’s doing in Freeport. At least I’d hope our opponent would be as clever, anyways. It would be such a bore if this was as easy as walking into a front door and hacking our way through enemies.
Charlotte is an unknown quantity. They would not have heard of her, more than likely, but I’ve yet to think of what she’d be likely to be doing in my company. Perhaps my huntsmistress? At the very least, a mistress of some sort. Such a wild and unspoiled woman. She rebuked poor Hugo. I have to wonder.
And then, of course, there’s Erima. As a holy woman, she’s bound to run into little trouble unless she is recognized. And I can hardly believe there’s any reason for her to be. After all, wasn’t she invisible throughout our entire assault on Barakesh and our taking of the King and City? Still, I am a rather paranoid rake. I do believe she should at the least dye her hair.
Perhaps I can convince her to pose as my consort on this trip. She cut a very lovely figure in the gown I purchased her. Her elegant beauty would be more than fit to play a noblewoman’s part. Ah, but then we’d have to share a room together. Besides that being a thing Erima might have problems with, I think Orril is a little worried about Isis.
I look over the contents of my disguise kit, the dyes and wigs, the putty to shape one’s nose, the false scars, and the facial hair. I’ve a few ideas here. The documents I recovered from certain unsavory elements in Fallscliff before departing should serve as a proper introduction and identity. Now to forge my persona’s face. I leave my things lying as scattered about my room as my thoughts as I rise to find Erima upon the deck of the coastal cog we are traveling upon.