This morning I met with some prominent people from Par’s village. Three of them to be exact. The first one was Par’s second in military matters, or at least that’s how he introduced himself. He would be a very plain looking hobgoblin if not for all of his scars. I offered to fix those for him, but he rejected my offer. One of the first things I noticed about him, excluding his appearance, was that he took his job very seriously, the second thing I noticed was that he doesn’t have some unnaturally high opinion about me like a lot of the others in Par’s village. Overall I enjoyed talking to him.

The second was Whisperer, no surprise he became one of the most important people in the village. Talking to him has always unnerved me, and I think I figured out why. He has deluded himself into thinking I am much greater than I actually am, and he idolizes me for it. That alone would be bad enough, but he also convinced other people to do that same. As for the exact reason talking to him gives me the creeps, it is due to the way he talks, every other sentence is a compliment to me and he has that weird nasally voice that many hobgoblins have, only he has it worse than anyone else I’ve talked to. His followers aren’t too bad to talk to, though they tend to compliment me a little more than I am comfortable with. Also I think he tried to set me up with a couple of his female followers at one point, but that is better left forgotten.

The third person was someone I had never met before. He was an Elf, specifically a night elf. Apparently he moved here a while ago, and though he didn’t go into detail about why it is pretty obvious he was being hunted for some reason. Par recruited him for help with subterfuge type stuff, and is incredibly good at it, though it was pretty obvious that the recruitment was not voluntary. Apparently the elf is incredibly terrified of Par, as a result he avoided my grove thinking that in order for me to control him I had to be incredibly cruel myself, which I think is hilarious. Though I have to wonder what Par did to terrify this poor elf so much.

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Overall that took about two hours, so I spent the rest of the day, or at least up until dinner, improving my skills. In the end I managed to get up to twenty-three, almost to twenty-four perfect.

Dinner was a type of fish that lives in a large body of water a long ways away from here called the ocean. Never seen it before but it sounds pretty. The river fish we pull up around here isn't all that great, but this stuff was amazing. As for how it got here, Mest arranged it to get teleported to Pearlhold the other day, apparently, the fish remind him of home.

Oh yeah, one last thing. We finally got word about Tiddol’s parents and when they will arrive. One of the teleportation circles stopped working for some reason and they had to wait a while to get it repaired, a surprisingly common occurrence, especially in cities without a dedicated mage to fix that kind of thing. Plus our recent acquisition of Pearlhold definitely did not speed up the process. After all those delays they should be here within the next three days, faster if they get lucky and someone in front of them gets sick or something.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.