Maybe there’s something to this ‘Kharma’ concept the Shu sometimes speak of. Or maybe I’m getting it wrong. Good deeds never go unpunished, but occasionally they are rewarded. Our aid to the elves has been rewarded in this case in the form of a rescue from the pointy-eared tree lovers. Thank all the gods that they were the ones who came along and not some scavenging Neogi or worse. I can’t think of anything worse than a Neogi, though, at the moment.
Now we’re jamming along behind them on our way to refuge. I love it when the powers that be see fit to lend a helping hand. I’ve too often felt like fate was laughing at my expense with the eerie body modifications and the twists and turns of life. I can only say I will look forward to dreaming once again. I’ve never been cut off from home for so long.
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Now that we’re back, we must figure out how to replace our helm. Money is an issue, here. Ef suggested selling the planar sails, but both Kenari and I advised against it. We were given them for a reason and they had already gotten us places we never would have gotten to without them. We agreed that we’d sell them only as a last resort, but first we were going to see what we could do about convincing our Reigar sugar daddy to help us out once again.
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Being left libraries seems to be our preferred method of waiting for hosts to finish up what they’re doing and come see us. Kenari’s drooling over books. I’m reading poetry, of all things, while doodling in my journal.