Theoday, 19th of Blessing, 721IA

It took us half a day to track down and locate a nice second floor four-room apartment on Old Mare Street. It’s in a great condition and the area is very nice as well (but that’s no surprise, compared to the Warren, anything is nice). We tracked down the owner (we heard about the place from a friend of a cousin of the neighbors’ coworker) after learning his identity from the neighbor and after a short negotiation settled on a price and signed a contract. It was already late afternoon and since we already missed the noon appointment with the others, we deiced to go ahead and do some shopping for our new home.

It was evening when we finally entered the Ghostly Minstrel, only to find Eric, Tuur, Aretha, and a giggling Sebastian sitting at the bar speaking with that kid from the Bull & Bear. Iltumar, I think his name was. He was all excitement as usual. Menon and I were famished from the long day of walking and searching, so we decided to sit at a table apart from the guys and have a quiet dinner and talk about how we’re going to set our new home.

Fat chance of that happening.

A waitress settled down two sissy cocktails (Virgin’s Folly of all things!) on the table in front of us and indicated it was from the boy at the bar, Iltumar that is. We both looked at him, and he was looking at me… oh crap! I knew that kind of look. I have it directed my way more than once. I could feel the amusement in Menon, can’t blame her, I might have been amused too if it was the other way around. But it wasn’t. I wasn’t interested in the boy, but if he’d go on sending women these kind of drinks and trying to adapt a pose not fitting him he will not get very far at all. Menon and I exchanged a look and agreed that he should be helped. Sebastian continued to giggle.

When I called him over he almost fell face down on the floor, and as he sat down next to us and we tried to explain to him the finer points of wooing women… I believe that the nonstop movement on the sit, the constant bright red blushing, and finally the running away indicates that we did not succeed. Adding to that the big half-orc that appeared at the entrance to the Ghostly and shoved him brutally aside just as he was running away… I truly hoped he wouldn’t hang himself. But I didn’t have much time to consider Iltumar. As it happens, we knew the half-orc who stepped into the Minstrel: Toridan Cran, and he was not at all happy. He stood at entry to the Ghostly Minstrel and looked us over: “I think we better take this outside,” he said.

I looked at him calmly and in my sweetest voice called him: “Why don’t you come over here and sit down and we’ll talk this over,” I indicated with my glass of red wine raised towards him. For a moment I thought he would consent. But he shook his massive head then “No. Outside. Now!” Eric and Tuur were etching for a fight, a blind fool could see that, and Sebastian was giggling again (what’s wrong with him?!?)

He turned and stepped outside, and Tuur, Eric, Aretha and Sebastian went after him. Menon and I exchanged a look, and before leaving I called over my shoulder to the waitress to leave the food on the table “we’ll be right back”. I hope.

Outside Toridan didn’t waste any time. One of his goons took out a scroll and started reading and immediately to his side appeared some flaming… thing. I’m not sure what happened, but the thing winked out not a moment later and the goon cursed. Sebastian put an arrow through that man’s chest a moment later (and giggled again) and almost simultaneously the Delver’s Square resounded with a deafening sound. Aretha had pulled out one of her Dragon Pistols and took a shot. It caught the huge half-orc in the throat just as he (and his second goon) started rushing towards us. I’m not sure how he kept standing, though I suspect he was just too stupid to realize he was already dead. The thing was over before it even started: I tried to help as well, but managed to only get the goon to wobble a bit in his place. Someone dropped the goon and Sebastian, giggling manically, shot and ended the life of Toridan Cran, small time half-orc want-to-be big criminal boss.

People started coming out to see what the commotion was all about, and lost interest when they saw that it was all over all ready. Sebastian was running around the seeing glasses of one of the goons, and Menon and I grabbed him firmly by both arms, took the glasses off, and demanded to know what’s wrong with him. Eric did some investigation when he heard of Sebastians’ odd behavior and came to the conclusion that he was afflicted by something. While some took the bodies of the criminals to the Watch, the rest of us crossed the street to St. Gustav’s hoping to find someone to cure him. Well, apparently he was afflicted with two diseases and the cleric removed the worst one (for a suitable donation, of course). The change was immediate. Sebastian suddenly looked around blinking, claiming that this whole day was a bit foggy and he can’t remember much. Either he speaks true or he is too embarrassed of how he acted this whole day… I don’t really care.

At least he stopped giggling like a maniac boy.