Adam’s General Thoughts
I got lucky. Dodged the axe.
Guess I’ve got my pirate friend to thank for that.
Tarvo and I… we’re finally getting somewhere. Starting to understand each other.
But this city it’s getting inside all of us. Changing things. Twisting them.
We walked in together, but right now?
I can see this only ending in blood.
That dryad… she wasn’t subtle. Said there’d be a lot of it.
Monsters. People. Doesn’t matter. Someone’s going to bleed. Maybe me. Maybe them.
Mother… wherever you are…
Stay safe.
I don’t know what’s coming next.
But I can feel it closing in..
Adam’s Thoughts on the group
Florien
I’m sorry, Florien.
You lost your father, and you haven’t had a moment to breathe, let alone grieve.
My own father was never a kind man… but if someone told me he died the way Faust told you—
I don’t know how I’d handle it.
And all you’ve got here is me.
Rona would know how to comfort you.
Kerrick would know how to just be there.
Tarvo… he’d at least break the tension in the way only he can.
But me?
I don’t know how to react to this.
I couldn’t even give answers to the person who raised me as their own.
All I managed to do was hurt them.
Don’t fall for Faust’s words.
He’s known everything from the beginning.
He’s been moving pieces in the dark, setting the board before we ever stepped onto it.
I think we’re already caught in his web.
And I’m afraid he wants me as another piece a pawn with a title.
Your family needs someone powerful to stand beside you…
and who better than a prince, right?
Faust is smart.
Disciplined.
Maybe he’s just a terrible brother, gods, I hope that’s all it is.
I’ll try to reason with him.
For you.
For the others.
For Tarvo.
And for me.
—Adam
Kerrick
Kerrick…
The way we left things I know you’ve got questions. Too many.
You’ve been patient with me. More than anyone should be.
This place… it pulls me apart. Makes me lose myself.
But you the way you spoke about my mother… the way your eyes changed when you said her name…
You cared. I can see that now.
Next time we meet, ask me anything. Whatever you need to know.
Because I’m not Tarvo.
Not anymore.
I am—
Adam.
Rona
Your man, Florien… He did what he had to.
Used his name for me, for us. No hesitation. No fear.
Then you vanished before the guards closed in.
I don’t know where you went.
I just hope you’re still breathing.
And maybe… maybe you’ll think twice.
Come back.
Stand with us again.
Like before Waterdeep took everything and split our lives apart.
Next time we cross paths, you can talk to me.
Not as Tarvo.
But as—
Adam.
Adam’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Faust
You.
The butcher.
My friend’s brother.
Funny thing is… I think he’d consider me more of a brother than you and I’ve known him a fraction of the time you have.
I bet that burns.
Eats at you.
The way you talked to him.
The things you said.
And you let me hear it all.
Why?
What game are you playing?
After all these years… you call for the one person you claim to hate most.
The one person whose face you’ve spent a lifetime trying to forget
only to see him staring back every time you look in the mirror.
You’ve got problems with Florien.
I get that.
You must be desperate if you’re calling for him now.
And if I heard you right and I know I did
you tried to kill him once.
So tell me, Faust…
why keep me alive?
My title?
Yeah, I figured you knew.
Makes me useful.
A piece you can move.
A pawn in whatever game you’re running.
Fine.
I can play along.
But I get something in return.
When this is over…
you leave Florien alone.
You leave all of us alone.
—Adam