Cal Laftria

A few days of travel and we meet someone on the road. It is weird that we meet people on the road and they always seem to be hostile. Sometimes I wonder when we travel if the non-hostile people when they see our group coming quickly get off the road. If that is so then why do our scouts not catch them? Though I do not remember the last time we really sent a scout a head to check out the area. I shall have to recommend this to Deidus perhaps it will ensure future encounters are not as costly or lethal. So we encounter this group a head. They appear to have been in the middle of killing someone that was eminently light. Words were not exchanged it pretty much jumped into battle. I moved away from the main group thinking to flank for some lightning bolts or perhaps trap one or two for questioning. They had cast some lethal spells on the group and killed quite a few horses. A flying Deidus is a sight to see. As he charged into the thick of things and started killing. We were not able to capture the leader. Somehow I feel that person will meet up with us again. Hopefully we are a bit more prepared. On a lighter note though I think Tru is becoming quite the young lass. Between her and Sam I can find my evenings filled with entertainment. Though I question Sam I can definitely tell her song is one that is light and full of energy. Sometimes I swear that she is half-elven. For only among the elven race have I know people to be so cheerful so often. Perhaps she is half-Halfling. She does seem a bit inquisitive and curious. Ones appearance does not always equate ones being. With my study of magic I know it can play quite the trick on ones eyes. I am just waiting for the bridge into a sad solo. Perhaps my fears are wrong and misplaced. Hard to trust anyone who has joined up in the group so far. So many secrets that seem to be kept. I once wanted to be a leader and now I know it would not suit me. Let the knight lead and I shall lead in a different way. From what I have seen and spoken with Tru about it appears her song is one that is working it's way into happiness. Perhaps she will find it. As my mind wanders the pipe appears in my hands without even me thinking about it. My cloak also appears to enjoy the pipe. I ponder if soon I will have to buy a wagon of tabac if I keep sharing with so many people. So in the great quest for Drow to bring to the light. Also in the quest I hopefully will find a everbountiful bag full of good smoke stuff.