Florien’s General Thoughts
There is a strange quiet in me now, a calm that feels out of place. My body still trembles with the memory of panic, yet my thoughts no longer dwell on the horrors I have seen. Instead, I recall that even in the darkest hours, there are still moments of goodness—small favors given, debts repaid, proof that people can surprise you.
I feel changed. Tired, yes, and unsure of what lies ahead for this city or for the friends I hold close. But beneath the exhaustion is a fragile determination. It wavers like a candle flame in the wind, yet it burns all the same. I did not feel this years ago with those mercenaries. Back then, all I had was fear. Now, there is something more.
Florien’s Thoughts on the group
Kerrick
I still need to talk to him about that bloodbath, he owes me that much of an explanation.
Rona
How I would love to see you dance one day, free of all the worries that weigh on your shoulders. It felt so good to spend time together again; we haven’t had that chance since Mere. You’re always so easy to talk to, and being near you sets me at ease.
You tease me often, saying you love it when I fluster. My mind always scrambles for words, but I welcome the warmth that rises with it. I’ll carry the memory of our “date” with fondness—like a safety net waiting to catch me when everything feels bleak.
Adam/Tarvo
I never thought I would see my friend(?) drunk before. Has he ever had a lick of liquor? I only remember his bottomless appetite.
Florien’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Willow
Does she know who I am? The way she said my name — so pointed, so deliberate — felt like a knife sliding between the seams of my disguise. Those questions weren’t idle; they were aimed. She knows. She definitely knows. But how? No one in Waterdeep should even know I exist.