Kerrick’s General Thoughts
I find myself increasingly contemplative as our journey progresses. There is a tension among us, subtle, but persistent. Waterdeep weighs on the minds of some. I suspect their worries stem from past entanglements, perhaps family or unfinished business. One among us carries knowledge they are not yet willing to share, while another seems baffled by the recognition they receive in the streets, as though unaware of their own reputation.
Though this city is new to me, I take some comfort in knowing that most of my companions appear just as unfamiliar with its ways. We are, it seems, a family bound by purpose, yet separated by secrets.
On Waterdeep
Waterdeep is, at first glance, a marvel. Its architecture speaks of centuries of care and craftsmanship, this place is like a lighthouse of civilization, streets brimming with color and commerce. Yet beneath that splendor lies unease.
The attack outside the gate was concerning to say the least. Should there be unrest within the city, it would be wise to remain inconspicuous. The last thing I need is to be implicated, especially given my heritage. The name of Aerys carries weight here, and not the kind that earns one a welcome.
For now, I keep my head down and my blade sheathed, but the city watches, and I shall watch back, For if there is any information to find of Gwendolyn, I’ll leave no stone left unturned to uncover it.
Kerrick’s Thoughts on the group
Rona
Rona wears her unease like a shroud. There is something in this city that unsettles her deeply. I’ve noted the closeness growing between her and Sariel. They share a quiet understanding, a silent language built not only on words but almost seem to stem from shared experience.
If I were to speculate, and I often do, there is more between them than mere camaraderie. Perhaps it is trauma that binds them. If so, then I wonder, whose past are we walking into?
Sariel
Sariel is, without question, a curious individual. I cannot yet determine whether he is a man of influence or merely resembles one. Regardless, the effect is the same. People defer to him with remarkable deference, even caution. It is almost unsettling to watch.
There is power in mystery, and Sariel wields it, whether knowingly or not. I intend to learn more of this strange phenomenon, though I must tread carefully. Waterdeep is not the place to draw undue attention, not for one such as myself.
Tarvo
Tarvo stirs a different kind of concern in me. Gentle, yet persistent. He is pure in a way that few men are. His connection to the natural world is admirable, though it sets him apart in ways he may not yet comprehend.
His curiosity is boundless, and therein lies the danger. The world is not always kind to the curious. I fear he will stumble into peril simply by wanting to understand it. Still, I shall do what I can to shield him, though I know better than most that the world does not always permit such luxuries.
Kerrick’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Gwendolyn
The closer I draw to Gwen, the heavier my heart becomes. The memory of the Red Raids lingers like smoke, and with it the questions that haunts me. Is she still alive? Years have passed. Anything could have happened.
She was Royalty in Aerys. If Waterdeep discovered her title, what fate might they have forced upon her? Why, of all places, would she flee here, to a city beyond the reach of the Empire, yet no safer in reality?
What did she suffer to choose exile over silence? I fear the answers await me, and that they may wound more than they heal.