Working out details

After we reconnected with Isaiah we figured out some more details about what to do next. The details are flexible, but the gist of it is still to complete the gig as painlessly as possible. Still, given all of the things weighing on us from the past I can't imagine it'll be that clean cut.
 
I was able to clean myself up once in Isaiah's pocket dimension. Felt a little wrong sullying the pristine waters of his creation with the muck from the oil spills on my hair but conjuring more clear water up is a prefferable alternative to getting tossed out of our transport through such inhospitable territories.
 
It still feels odd that this is the origin of my kind. It doesn't feel like 'home' at all. Orion keeps pointing out how strange I am compared to the other denizens of this place and I think it's clear by now that it's because I didn't have to grow up in this place... well, 'grow up'. My past is, annoyingly, just as flexible as our makeshift plans, it seems. I'm only glad so far I appear to be proving his preconceptions of my people wrong. If nothing else because I REALLY do not want to be on Orion's bad side.
 
Isaiah had to fix a spell that he had casted on us. The process caused me to feel better than ever, though it had also caused a rather unnatural glow to follow me around. Orion turned the boon down for the time being, as his tasks often require stealth to be completed and the glow would impede that entirely. Seemed only fair.
 
Isaiah and I would tag along together afterwards, the party now taking their time to follow different leads and keeping track of the task at hand.