Ragnarr: Day Drinking With Orcs

I hope this staff is worth it.

If what the druid says is true, it certainly is. If this thing can drive the watery bastards back into the ocean, I'm all for it. If they would take their gnome with them, it would be most appreciated.

But a wee bit of me can't help but wonder if this is some kind of elaborate ruse, the watery bastards throwing us some horse shit about a staff, so we'll run around after it instead of doing what really needs done, whatever that is. The temples, perhaps?

If that's the case, it's a damn fine trick. With what we've got, we can't very well not go after the bloody staff.

But by Pelor's beard, this thing has cost me enough.

I never thought I'd be in debt to a planar lord. Hell, I never much thought I'd ever meet one. When I was a wee lad, I never thought "Whatever will I do if I meet an angry planar lord?" If the little human boys at the orphanage had even brought it up, I'd have probably punched them in the groin for making shite up.

Only now I owe the bloody bastard six favors. And for what? For permission to take something of his. Except we didn't. We took something from some bastard puddle that wasn't part of the mist lord's domain. Six bloody favors for nothing but him not having a shiteload of elementals kick us in the arse. Which is mighty nice of him, in an "I'm a giant arsehole" kind of way.

And the puddle's got my finger.

This hasn't been my day.

But for all that, it could have been worse.

We're all alive.

We didn't have to kill anything. I didn't have to heal anybody. We did it all without anybody needing to be violent.

We know where the staff is. It's somewhere we can get it. Probably by killing some folks, it's true, but at least we've got the bastards who are good at that.

And tomorrow, Pelor will wake up in the morning, and it'll be a better day.

It can't be any bloody worse.