DnD Wife Stories

Dear Journal, 8th of Nariza, 795 AC

It was so tough to find supplies for Tobias to use for his food! None of the vendors would speak to us and the one that did wanted to charge fifty gold for one basket! It was ridiculously over priced. No one could afford to put that much into supplies unless they were gilded in the very same gold! Still we managed to ask V to get the basket at a reduced price. It was still expensive but at least not fifty gold. I have a feeling he overstated the price to get a good cut himself but he was kind enough to help that Tobias doesn’t seem to mind paying a bit more for the supplies.

Drexla came hurtling back like she was running from something, which turned out to be true. Not moments after she zipped into her hideaway on the cart, than a Mir’Sha youth ran into the square raving about a flying scroll. It could have only been our mischievous fairy. I shall have to have a word with her about staying more inconspicuous. I don’t mind if she takes things but if she gets caught, it might blow back onto Tobias and I don’t want something bad to happen to him. I feel protective of him somehow, like he’s a younger brother.