Today I was talking to a couple hobgoblins. It is a fairly regular thing, Parius rewards particularly hard-working members of his town with a chance to meet me, my cultural significance to them has not gone unnoticed.

Every meeting starts with Par asking me if I have time, or me asking Par to arrange one if i’m bored. Par chooses a couple that are on the waiting list and brings them to meet with me for around an hour, sometimes less sometimes more depending on my mood. First, I heal them of any injuries they may have and then we sit down to talk. Par or one of his inner circle usually watches over the meetings, acting a pseudo-guard, this is completely unnecessary as even if there was a member of Par’s town that wanted to hurt me none of them are strong enough to pull it off. Besides, anyone that would be genuinely capable of hurting me wouldn’t need to bother with the pretenses.

Not to say that no one has ever tried to hurt me using one of these meetings. There was one boy, in the middle of puberty for his species, that did try. He was a beast, I think the species was raptor variant avian. He was screaming something about how I ruined his family, which is ridiculous, I’ve never met the kid before, or even any raptor variant avians before, I had met a couple avians in passing though.

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He was put on trial in front of his peers and it was unanimous, the penalty was execution. It was a small tragedy, he died too young. I hope he reincarnates into something nice in his next life.

Back to what I was originally talking about. The hobgoblins I was talking to were sharing their view of the current state of things, politics they called it, this is pretty normal. The nearby city, which I have since learned is named Pearlhold after it’s pearly white walls, has started turning away Par’s people at the gate forcing them to sneak in to buy and sell goods. There is some tension rising and some of them think there might be a war. Apparently, a couple important officials have taken an extreme disliking to some of the stuff they are selling to the people.

Shortly after the meeting was over Thes came to talk to me. He has started to rapidly become resistant to the modified drowsy clover I was making. I made him some of the most potent stuff I could before telling him that I would try to figure something out for tomorrow. I guess I know what i’m doing tomorrow.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.