Journal of Fflam

Day... 125 or so?

Day 1 of my imprisonment, at least... although I doubt there will be many, one way or another.

It feels it has been a long time since I was locked in a cell. But in truth, I suppose that night was not all that long ago...

I suppose I should set down the reason that I am here in the first place. My entire life, I grew up being taught to hate humans. My father never forgave them for his injuries, and was bitter that their settlement near our hold was allowed to stay there.

A human trader had come to our hold, Gantrickthale, to conduct business, to purchase some of my ores for a substantial sum, about the same time I was preparing to leave to train to be a holy warrior of Moradin in the Dwarf city of Ozu-Zarkh. I was spending what was to be my last night with my friends in the hold's only tavern, and the tradesman was there as well, celebrating the closing of a deal. For whatever reason, he had brought his daughter along, a young woman without any sort of manners. She seemed to think this bar full of dwarves was a good place to throw around jokes about being short! No doubt she'd been collecting them, for though she was taller than any dwarf, she was quite small for a human.

After a time, I'd had enough of this, and decided to scare some sense into her. I forget the details, but I made some threatening gesture with my axe, without intending to harm her, but before I knew it, she had disarmed me and knocked me to the ground! She moved so quickly that I barely knew what had happened. At that point, the ale I'd had took over and we fought. When the fight was broken up, her father was there, swearing that the deal he'd made earlier was off. I was hauled off to a cell while the hold's elders (one of whom is my father's mother) undertook an inquiry.

The hold's elders soon found out that this whelp had practically been inciting a fight, and when the girl's father heard of this, he decided to take the opportunity to discipline his daughter. He said he'd reinstate the purchase, provided Gantrickthale allowed his daughter to stay there, in the hopes she'd learn to be more tolerant. My grandmother apparently thought this a wonderful idea, and decided to return the sentiment. She sent me to train at a human city, Point of Origin, rather than Ozu-Zarkh. She will send for me to return home when she feels I've learned my lesson... whatever that turns out to be. I've been sending her updates of what we have done, but not so regularly as of late. I hope I'll have a chance to send her more...

Currently, the lesson I've learned is don't get caught alone with a powerful Drow priestess intent on turning you into a spider.