Kerrick’s General Thoughts
There was much revealed today. Truths spoken plainly, some heavy with consequence. I find myself grateful for the candor. Trust is a rare and fragile thing in these times, and I do not take it lightly.
Waterdeep is a city of undeniable beauty. The harbor teems with life, the streets bustle with purpose, and its citizens, for all their rough edges, carry pride in their homeland. It saddens me to see how the strain upon our company blinds some to the city’s grace. I do not blame them; weariness hangs thick, yet it is a shame all the same. If only relations between Aerys and Waterdeep were not so strained, I might allow myself to consider a future here. It is a city worth admiring.
Kerrick’s Thoughts on the group
Rona
We now know her kin are behind the attacks the city guard were concerned about upon our arrival. She claims no allegiance to them any longer, and I believe her but her desire to seek them out troubles me. Is it closure she seeks, or reckoning? Her outburst at the tailor’s gave me pause. There is fire in her. Sharp, unrelenting, and it burns brighter now than I have seen before. She is unsettled, caught between past and present. Still, when the time comes, I trust she will stand with us. Her words cut as cleanly as any blade, and when she strikes, it is always with purpose.
Florien
As suspected, the bloodline runs deeper than he let on, Wolfric. The name rings familiar, and his honesty in confessing it brings me some peace. Yet my concerns persist, centering on the brother: Faust. The Butcher. That name is whispered in these streets with genuine fear. If the two should meet, I doubt any words will pass before steel. I fear that day draws near. Florian holds himself well, but even steel can bend under sufficient heat.
Tarvo
A rare moment today, I embraced the man. A simple gesture, yet it seemed to strike a chord deep within him. He lingered in thought afterward, as if stirring embers from long ago. Tarvo’s care for our fellowship is unwavering, though he struggles with the finer intricacies of social exchange. In truth, that very struggle lends him a certain purity, one not clouded by politics or posturing. Tonight, he was our anchor, steadfast in the storm. I am proud of him. We must redouble our efforts to uncover some trace of Gwendolyn. He is fraying at the edges, though he hides it well. Perhaps I ought to see him properly outfitted. The man deserves more than rags.
Kerrick’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Aiko
A woman of uncommon grace and depth. There is wisdom in her eyes, aged not by years alone, but by what she has endured. She remembers the Red Raids. I wonder, might she hold some clue to Gwendolyn’s fate? There is something amiss in this city, and I cannot ignore that dry, silent well at its center. Waterdeep is surrounded by water, and yet here the well lies barren. A quiet omen, perhaps. I look forward to crossing paths with her again.
Nikki
Brazen, confident, and blessed with a sharp tongue. She judges appearances with the precision of a craftsman, yet it is not vanity that drives her. It is mastery. She knows her craft and speaks with the assuredness of one who has earned the right to be heard. Still, I worry for her. Should she and Rona cross paths again, and tempers rise, there may be more than words exchanged.