Sariel(?)‘s General Thoughts
I feel small in this city. The salty sea air is marred by the memories of what once was home, and every gaze I meet is terrified of me. What has he done to these people? How do I explain that I would never do the things he does? I worry that all these reactions build a sense of distrust with my friends. I see the way Kerrick looks at me. I have to tell them all, but I never can find the right time.
Is it even believable if I tell them that I’m Florien, not Faust?
But the city denies the existence of Florien Wolfric—I have nothing to prove that what I’m saying is true. Even my “passport” only digs me a deeper grave. With each passing moment, the name Sariel feels like an ill-fitted glove. Waterdeep only serves to remind me of the person I left behind.
Sariel’s Thoughts on the group
Kerrick
I’m afraid that he doesn’t trust me as much as he did before. He questioned me yesterday, and I saw the look on his face when the woman at the tavern addressed me as Faust. It almost reminded me of the way Father looked at me all those years ago. It’s the same sinking pit of fear of disappointing my elders. If there’s anyone I must clear my name with, it’s Kerrick. I want to believe that he would trust me, even with the bleak amount of proof I have.
Rona
I will never forgive myself for standing by when she was disrespected. I heard those guards, I heard everything—but I did nothing. I couldn’t do anything. One small action might lead to a bigger one and I don’t dare to make things worse. Not with the ties she and I have to the ongoing conflict. What can I do? What should we do? I hate to see her upset, it weighs heavy on the party.
She tries her best to help me, and I’m afraid that all I’ve done is push her away. I don’t want to lose the bond we have, I have to do better and be there for her too.
Tarvo
He continues to surprise me. Just when I feel as if things are falling apart, Tarvo is that solid rock that I can brace myself on, even for a bit. He’s a lot more emotionally intelligent than I thought. Maybe I can talk to him first, he might be more likely to believe me. We don’t get to talk often, and every time I’m reminded that he’s a prince, it does elicit a feeling of nervousness. But Tarvo is Tarvo. I can trust him.
Sariel’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Faust
I hope we don’t run into him.