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The party has left Starmound and are attempting to reach the Slaver's Tunnels, determining it was likely the quickest route. Drong tried to take some stairs down from the pass, but the pain she caused us annoyed Sinder and I enough to chuck an iceball at her head. Ter'daun got her back, but just in time for a patrol of slavers to arrive. We dispatched the slavers fairly handily, my mimicry making the idiots panic enough to make short work of it, but not before Drong was downed trying to fight a group of them herself. We got her back and looted the bodies, lots more bolts for my crossbow! Sinder is growing on me; I think we're starting to understand one another. Gearing up, we're off to find those tunnels!

Second day with this lot and things get better and better.   And by better I appear to be linked to these people in the same manner I was to my prior party. When the idiot lizard decided to nearly kill herself, we all felt it; including me, despite my amulet nullifying my dependencies on people. A couple more cracks appeared and I won't lie, it's mild- extremely distressing. If this amulet breaks, I'm at the mercy of this world, the fates of these people, and I need to hurry up and find that damned page for Fildor.   So we go out to find the lizard. She's unconscious in a snowdrift, probably not breathing, on account of the excruciating pain her stupidity has subjected us to. There's also some tabaxi that looks like a snowball who has the same kind of rage that drug abusers are quite fond of. I mocked his aggression and he slashed my face up pretty badly, which ricocheted back and caused everyone *more* agony.   I hate these people and I am stuck with them.   Anyways, we bring the lizard back to life and the White Dragon returns on patrol. I tried to get everyone to return to the inn! The rage cat wanted to *punch. The. Dragon.* I'd be more than contented to leave him to his more than deserved fate, but I fear the backlash would literally kill me. The dumb lizard is actually on my side for a change and tries to seduce the rage tabaxi and it works, only the kobald wasn't fond of it and nearly breaks the lizard's neck.   I am so tired of these suicidal fools and I only just met them. I'm barely going to talk about how rage tabaxi tried to leave the tavern and got nearly killed by the White Dragon's frost breath. He's alive, somehow. We're trapped in the inn, for now.   In good news the kobald, I think her name is Drong, actually appears to be a kind sort. I don't mind her. She gave everyone hot chocolate, including me. She's made an effort to be accepting, along with the elf. Maybe they'll be my lifeline to sanity and getting out of the place if I'm to be stuck in their company as long as I'm exiled to this world.   In much brighter news, Dimia and I spoke again and I was able to tell her about the amulet I won in the stone throwing contest and how I think it works. She's agreed to get me updated maps to test this.   Honestly, I think I'd have been lost forever in this place after the death of my party if it wasn't for her.

So I have finally decided to trail this other party that appeared in this world. Some of which, the shirtless ones in particular, do not do a particularly good job of hiding the brands on their arms that match my own. By following them, perhaps I will gain some insight, but more importantly, I can check to see if they have something of my own that can shine light of how I ended up in this world, or at the very least, something more about Isbahlok and Starmound, the town I've called home the past two years.   My attempts to deceive them into believing the dragon of the island, a White one, was somewhere nearby worked to an extent. My mimicry almost deceived them enough for me to search their things for clues for the artifact I am looking for, but the elf discovered me. I tried to disengage and flee, but the stupid lizard knocked me out with a fireball! Their cleric had enough of a mind to bring me back, and perhaps I was petty for doing so, but I retaliated and shot the lizard down with my crossbow. She's not dead, which is probably for the best, but perhaps she will learn that assaulting an innocent kenku fleeing for his life is ill-advised. Anyways, the gods apparently have a sense of humour because after I reluctantly decided to join the party out of the ruins, she nearly got her face gnawed off by a blind fuzz rat. I found a great amount of mirth from this turn of events.   Turns out, this group is staying at the same inn as I did in Starmound, which isn't saying much because it's the only inn, but I digress. I ended up rooming with them and some of them seem to be trying to bond with me. It's not entirely unpleasant, I'll admit. The elf in particular has tried to make an effort to learn my name. I decided to play a prank on the kolbold with the rat's skull, made some rations from its corpse and gave the pelt to my good friend Diamia. She's mute, like me, so we have an understanding of each other and communicate with notepads. It's actually fairly touching; not many go out of their way to accomodate a kenku. I'll keep giving her some things on my journeys that might be useful for her.   Oh! The town had a rock tossing contest, what passes for entertainment in this town. I won an amulet of teleportation by my superior rogue techniques! I have earned the shiny and I am so very pleased with myself.   Today wasn't so bad afterall.