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A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

Today, students, you would enter the danger shop to find yourself and your merry band of fellows sitting on the outskirts of that same seaside community, near a particularly large but depressingly sparse-looking farmer's field.

"Congratulations," Fjord said jovially once it looked as though everybody had arrived. "Warden cut you a deal... you all get to clear your name together, innocent or otherwise, if you do the town this one particular favor. You see, apparently, there have been some kobolds stirring up hell on the outskirts of town. They tend to show up around the same time every night, digging up farms, ruining crops. Now... we can't have that. Yes, this town does also have a fairly active fishing industry and the hunting on the outskirts isn't half bad. The locals aren't necessarily going to go hungry, but winters are long this far north, and people need the grains and other such things in their diet, and a good deal of the town's economy comes from trading their harvest."

He didn't figure most of the class necessarily cared. He was still going to share what the Warden had said. Important backstory, and all.

"So, to clear your names, you'll need to find out what the kobolds want and deal with it, or just kill the little fuckers and get it over with. Up to you. Warden doesn't care how the job gets done, just so long as this gets put to a stop." He lifted his chin and smiled pleasantly at his little adventuring party. "So... what do you do?"

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No, that was going to be karma for bleeding on the creepy ancient ritual table, Fjord.

"Okay, please tell me that's going to be the final."

Don't look so delighted at this idea, Beau.

"... Well, it is now."

Hey, it was even part of one of the students' backstories! That worked out nicely.

Almost every D&D party had to have at least one character with dragon-related trauma in their backstory, after all. It was practically in the core rules.

Beau pointed a finger at Fjord emphatically. “I want credit for this.”

Not really, but she had a certain obnoxiousness quota to meet.

"Sure," Fjord replied, grinning easily. "If you want, I can set you up as the guide that leads them to the dragon's lair or something."

Why the hell not, right? He wasn't certain this band of dumbasses could take out a dragon without some guidance, anyway.

So, enlist the baby monk, that'd do it.

The baby monk who was levels away from not being a whole lot of use against her first dragon anyway!

“Ha,” Beau said, rubbing her hands together with a slightly unsettling manic glee, “you’re on, dude, I’ll totally do that.”

O ye warlock of low wisdom.

He was doing his best!

Sometimes his best was just awful, though.

"There you go, then. Something to look forward to." They were all going to be eaten. "And that gives me plenty of time to get this dragon program thing just right."

This dragon was going to be jello and have gelatinous cube traits slapped on, too. Just watch.

Just . . . remember this in the Happy Fun Ball someday, Fjord, if your students got eaten by a dragon that looked weirdly adorable but could engulf them in its gelatinous acidic body.

Beau snickered. “Yeah, I bet they’re gonna appreciate that a lot.”

"Oh, come on," Fjord laughed, "you think they don't want to fight a dragon? Who doesn't want to fight a dragon?"

Fjord. Fjord very much did not want to fight a dragon. Not even a small one.

The Happy Fun Ball was definitely karma.

"Look," Beau said, spreading her hands and then making a show of stretching and tucking her hands behind her head, "I could totally take one but that doesn't necessarily mean I want to, right?"

Which in Beau-speak was a hard nope.

"Well, yeah," Fjord agreed, smirking. "Wouldn't want to rough up a dragon who doesn't really have it coming, right?"

"It stays in its lair and out of my business, doesn't fuck up my shit, then we don't have a problem." Beau shrugged, but a slow grin started to creep across her face again. "It'd be pretty badass though. Like what an adrenaline rush, right?"

"I have no doubt in my mind that adrenaline would be involved, yes," Fjord confirmed.

Also, possibly groveling.

"And hell, how many people actually get to meet a dragon in battle anyway? At least here we can have the experience even if we don't have a dragon handy for it."

Also, with danger shop safeties.

Not to mention running. It would be bad.

"I mean hell, most people don't go out looking for that shit," Beau said after a moment. "Normal people. Not like, y'know, us."

She got that already, that the two of them seemed to have that in common.

Fjord nodded thoughtfully at that.

"Normal people," he ventured, "generally don't have the means to try."

Gods knew he hadn't. Not until very recently.

"Plus they usually have better shit to do," Beau added, a little too casually. "We get bored way too easy for that."

It was also kind of a thing you did when you never wanted to go home again.

Or just didn't have a home left to go back to.

"Better to keep moving," Fjord agreed, a little too lightly. "Never know when that boredom'll catch up."

"You think you'll try to get to to Rexxentrum again if you ever find a way to make it back to Wildemount?" Beau tried her best to make that sound like an idle, completely casual question and not, say, like she was worried he'd find a way to get back and she'd be stuck here.

It was a stupid worry anyway. She'd be better off assuming that was just going to happen like it always did.

"If ever," Fjord replied, nodding his head a little. "I still have a lot of questions, they might have my answers."

He paused, and then added, "Wouldn't mind some company for that trip, though. Had a traveling partner for a couple of weeks before I wound up here, name of Jester. Who the hell knows where she's at by now?"

"You think maybe she's still looking for you? You could've been gone for a long time, or, hell, I don't even know how time works between here and there when the calendars are all different." Beau shrugged. "No way to get a message to her either, is there?"

"We were moving through the mountains," Fjord sighed. "Not exactly a great forwarding address, there. Might be able to get a message through to her in Trostenwald, assuming she makes it that far on her own."

He shook his head a little. Was he worried? A bit. Though she had seemed capable enough.

If slightly eccentric.

"After this long? Hell if I know. I'd be fit to be tied if I could get a letter through while we were both stuck here, though."

"You're not assuming she's not capable of making it on her own, are you?" Beau asked, squinting at him sideways; it was a partly serious question, but also partly just for the sake of giving him a bit of a hard time, since that was now pretty far up on her list of favorite pastimes. "She sounds cool, though. What's she like?"

"What, Jester?" Fjord chuckled a little. "She's at least as capable of taking care of herself as I am. It's more a statement about the mountains than about her, we were travelling together for a reason."

There wre Ettin in those thar hills.

"She's..." He considered for a few seconds. "She's energetic. Cheerful. Wants the best for people, I think, but she's not above stirring up harmless trouble, either. In fact, I think she thrives on it."

Beau snickered. “Yeah, that’s true. I, uh,” and her expression closed off a bit as if she was a little bit reluctant to talk about this, “grew up not too far away from those mountains, so I have a pretty good idea.”

And that was much as she really wanted to say on the subject of her family, so she veered away from that hard.

“Yeah, okay, she definitely sounds cool.” Even if the idea of people being that optimistic seemed slightly unrealistic to her. “If we ever get a chance to make it back there and, y’know, you can find her, I’d be into meeting her.”

Not like that. Well, maybe a little bit.

You'd love her, Beau.

"Provided I can find her again, hell yes I'll introduce you," Fjord replied, letting that conversation veer hard onto the topic of the little blue tiefling girl, instead. He knew a 'don't go there' when he saw it. Sometimes. "You'd probably get a kick out of her. And the more the merrier, right? If you aren't opposed to doing some travel, I think we'd both be happy to have your company."

He liked you, Beau. Stick around a while.

They were going to be future roomies, after all.

"I could be into that," Beau said as the hint of a genuine smile -- it didn't even look pained -- began to spread across her face. "I could so be into that."

Not, mind you, that she was going to count on it yet. But she'd be happy enough to hold on to the prospect for a while.

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