The Maki Roll - Session 3

Third day at the festival was rather fun, much better than the last one. I managed to win the music competition, and got way more praise and cheers than I'm used to. Played some of the other games, had some food, all the normal stuff. Lysander took down the old reigning champion of the festival, got himself a title for it, "Lysander the Barrelchested". Quite a funny title. Once we finished up at the festival for the day we went back to the Old Stok tavern where some of the other guests recognized us, guess word got around fast. Lysander never saw that I swapped our mugs, or maybe he did and he let me get away with it.
The next day one of the guards came to get me, thought I was in trouble for something until Paerx gave us another job. I really didn't want to get myself into more danger but I can't really refuse when the only people I talk to in this city look at me that expectantly. At least I got to enjoy the rest of the festival, even got to see some fireworks. Most of my old stuff from my travel here was worn through and unusable, lucky the guards gave us some stuff, even though its not in much better shape. I knew travelling at night wasn't a great idea but we still did it anyway. We got attacked by a pack of wolves that I'm pretty sure we might've been able to walk past, I mean we're a group and Lysander was carrying a light, I don't think they would've attacked. Don't they normally go for the weakest target and single them out? Wait, in this group I'm the weakest target. Whatever they're dead, I got one of their pelts to help keep me warm in this shoddy bedroll, and we all survived - I didn't even get attacked. With any luck that was the last time we fight anything.
Who am I kidding. Of course there's going to be more fighting. I swear there's some god out there who's only purpose is to ensure I constantly run into trouble.