Tiddol got back before i even woke up this morning, so i ended up waking up to the smell of breakfast. There are definitely worse smells to wake up too.

There were three strangers immediately outside my glaive, hanging around a cooking fire. I was confused until i remembered Tiddol was supposed to be bringing her party mates by today.

I spent a while just looking at them, this was the biggest gathering of people i had seen for a very long time.

The most eye catching one was easily twice my height, with an ax bigger across than I was tall strapped to his back and little more than a leather loincloth in the way of clothes. The guy was ripped too, he would have to be to swing that ax around. After a little closer look he appeared to be some kind of bear.

The second guy was a little taller than me and really slender, he looked like a twig. He was also had a pair of straight horns, about the width of my palm on his forehead. He didn’t carry any obvious weapons but i felt an uncommonly large mana pool from him. I think he is some kind of demon, though i have no idea what kind, i know very little of demons.

The last guy was a small centaur, basicly a pony as he definitely was not a child. He had a bow and a small sword, as well as a container of, something, i couldn’t see what. The centaur also had a flowing mane of golden hair, whipping behind him like a flag. There was no wind and would continue like that even when he turned around, so it was probably magic.

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I was caught just staring at them and Tiddol encouraged me to join them, which i refused. Stepping out of the glaive, even just a little felt, wrong, too me. I don’t know why but i felt on a very fundamental level that it would be very wrong for me to leave.

After a minute of Tiddol encouraging me the demon said something i couldn’t quite catch. Tiddol seemed to understand immediately however and had everyone move into the glaive instead, while staring at me with wide eyes. I didn’t manage to get out why however.

After that incident i was introduced to everyone. The bear was named Thes, he was basically a walking, talking, giant ball of rage, and their only frontline fighter as a result.

The demon was Mest, and he was basically a living encyclopedia, as well as a competent mage.

The centaur was named Lesys, or more commonly referred to as goldie. He was a competent archer and passable with a sword. Apparently the hair thing was caused by a curse, it also had the effect of making his hair next to impossible to cut, so he kept the curse as a sort of armor despite having a skilled mage able to remove with a thought.

When i asked what Tiddol’s specialty was they all responded with ‘she’s our trickster’. I didn’t get anything more than that.

The rest of the day was a breeze, they readily accepted me, well except for Thes, who stayed silent with a permanent scowl on his face. Mest treated me with a respect i didn’t think i deserved and i think lesys tried to get in my pants at least once before being scolded by Tiddol.

I think i am going to wrap it up here diary. I have never written this much before and my hand is starting to cramp up, so goodnight.