Chypirius, getting the hang of this!

Our battle in the keep nearly ended in all our deaths, until Thienthidall, the elven lord of the keep, arrived and took immediate interest in us.

I plucked at my strings and started to write a song about him and his marvelous keep, attempting to get on his good side, and it seemed to work! Although he did strip us of our weapons, we were escorted to his chambers instead of the caverns below.

En route to his chambers, we passed through the men's slaves quarter, where Pavel recognized a kid named Merrick.

So we slept with one eye open in his chambers. He seemed kind of pervy to me, so I wasn't sure if I'd wake up with a goblin's battleaxe in my skull or Thienthidall's hands down my pants, but we made it through the night, unmolested by neither axe nor hand.

We were brought down to have breakfast, where after some decent porridge, it became startlingly clear that we were to be turned into servants ourselves! We decided to run. It seems as though Tamsen had a great idea the night before, but neither Pavel or I paid it much heed, with fear of molestation and all. She had thought we should snag one of his belongings for the pool later on. Great idea! Too bad we didn't. I grabbed a bowl on the way out, but I'm not sure who the pool will define as the owner of this earthenware.

So we fought, we kicked and we cast our way out the keep. We've slaughtered many a goblin on this drawbridge. Battle is becoming easier! I'm getting the hang of this.

Things to consider: To flee and try casting earthenware into the pool, to stand and fight, and who is Bruise? Is he just a toughie or is he secretly running the show? (Oh yeah, some goblins mentioned him as the reason they stay and called Thienthidall a weakling... food for thought.)

I guess we'll see...