Okay, I know I just wrote you, but I wanted to add a couple of additional things before I send this letter in.
Just as I was finishing up my last letter, as we were waiting for any available adelolier to transport us out to Midpier, our little company was joined by a wizard. His name is Ian Bradwarden. He was supposedly sent to us by the High King, although it might be that he is here unofficially. I could see the reason for the High King no longer wanting to be associated with us, after the debacle at the Tricalista. So this wizard, I guess, is yet another spy. How many is that now? Dorak for the Explorers, Ignatius for the Tinelites, Ian for the government, me for you… I still think that Iz’alma works for someone. Nobody could be that naive and clueless; I swear she reports back to somebody. I see her writing often in that journal of hers. Maybe I should take a peek, what do you think?
So as I said, I was just finishing up my letter, when Bradwarden arrives. Before long, however, something lurched out of the adjacent canal and started plucking my companions into the drink. By Poseidon’s beard, it was an animated kelp bed, and it nearly dragged Izzy off into the deep and drowned her. Ignatius was quite effective with his spell use, and I am certain he saved Izzy’s life. Smriti is a delightful menace with that longspear. She and the wizard Ian were really the only two who seemed to damage the long-fronded kelp. It was in the canal, which was at least ten feet below the boardwalk. High tide is not expected for hours yet. In all, several of us were either dragged into the water by the very strong grip of the monster, or dived in to save their friends.
It was a scary encounter, but the creature was quickly driven away, and it may have been killed. I say ‘quickly’, but I was not one of those struggling in the water, fending off the creature’s grasp as well as having to swim and hold my breath. I am sure it seemed like an eternity down there.
Having Ignatius and Ian will be good for the group. They were effective and allowed a certain coordination that was previously lacking. Ares guide us.
We dealt with the authorities who showed up, but they were not too angry with us (they obviously did not know we were the same lot who destroyed the Tricalista). We did, after all, save a few people from drowning and being carried off by the creature. They did not seem to care that it was our own companions that we saved. They were more interested that lives were not lost. I guess that is a good thing. They were all speaking Latalian anyways, and only Ian could translate, bookwormish guy that he is. So I did not grasp the entire conversation.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention. Ian has a very magical bow that is all fancy and decorated in an eagle motif, feathers and all. He says it flies, which makes sense since he flies as well. I may just have to summon myself a spirit of flight so I can join him in the air. It might very well be much safer.
Thats all. It is still morning, and we wait for the boat to take us to the ship. Shal 15, 9am or so.
Let me know what you want from me next…