So, not too far back after we all set out together, we ended up in this old underground fortress that had been overrun by goblins and orcs. As we moved through the fortress, we came upon a dungeon with some prisoners in it. Some were goblins, but there was also a gnome. He turned out to be Quirky Timbers, a cleric of Pelor(kind of weird for a gnome...), and he had been there for a really long time keeping himself alive using his healing spells. We freed him, and since we were in serious need of a cleric, we invited him to join our group.
At first I was excited. Traveling with Grumble for so long, and then the rest of the group, I haven't really had a whole lot of time spent with other gnomes. However, he ended up getting on my nerves a lot. He seemed really cowardly, and not good for much, but I've since had to forgive him for that since he didn't really have any armor, and was all weak and hungry...In short, I was kind of an ass.
Quirky's been with us for a while now, and I think he's starting to grow on me. He's really nice, and I have to appreciate the constant healing. Besides, it's nice to have another gnome to hang out with sometimes. It makes me feel less homesick(and less short!).
The other day, I figured it would be nice to get to know Quirky a little better. I thought, what better way to get to know someone than playing a fun game involving drinks and pranks?
We were having a good time, and I was finally starting to crack through his quiet exterior when Morwyn(the owner of the bar we were staying at in Miel) caught on and played a prank on both of us. THAT was embarrassing. I thought it was Quirky's next prank at first, but...naw, couldn't be. That would be silly.
Sadly, shortly after her embarrassing us the mood was kind of broken, and we both went to bed. I KNOW he's hiding something. At LEAST one something, maybe more. Maybe I'm being suspicious without reason, but I look at him and just get the feeling there is something more to him than he's saying. For some reason or another, he really hates Gristle. I mean, Gristle is a total Giant Killer, and an ass, and nearly got me killed because of his carelessness, but I've caught Quirky giving him these intensely withering stares. I'm not sure why, but I aim to find out.
I feel really bad for Quirky. What little I was able to find out from him made me sad. He was orphaned and raised in a monastery by human servants of Pelor. I can't imagine being a gnome and not being raised in a gnome community. He must have felt like such an outsider, especially not knowing any true family. If I'd have been drunker, I might have cried. Only a little, and I would have made Quirky swear not to tell anyone else. I don't want the others to think I'm any clumsier, weaker, or otherwise unfit than I'm sure they already think I am. It's hard being so small sometimes.
Anyway, looking at Quirky makes me feel something that I can't quite put my finger on. It's weird. I'm sure I'll sort it out once I get the truth from him, but until then I guess it's just one more thing to distract my mind from the tasks at hand.
Speaking of, when we get this jewel back that Gristle stole, he is going to owe me for the next 100 years!
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