[pnpgm] Update #132 - file 933 - Raddok muses

[Bessie Hadley]

[Ma 9th, 11:59 AM]   (OOC to GM: this is a wordy update; please feel free to edit out what seems to be repetitions)

Raddok's mind was still a bit dazed after the morning’s long lesson on the various cultures & countries of this Western (Eastern? - he was now thoroughly confused what to call it) land they had been ported to. He now bitterly regretted having not had the opportunity as a lad to learn to read & write. His father’s estate manager, however, had secretly taught him numbers & principles of estate management, but the boy Raddok had rebelled at learning to read the official documents involved with it, since his father had refused to acknowledge his existence. Although the staff all accepted Raddok as a legitimate heir, the only one in direct descent, the young human child had always just ‘blurred out’ during those reading lessons, and snuck out to run around the estate, talking to various farmers, loggers, miners and other staff employed to run the various enterprises that made his father, a Legionnaire, a rich man (if a fairly-often absent landowner). He liked the people, but stayed out of his father's sight once he realized that his father would turn his back whenever Raddok came into view.

All he could do, without any means to record the information they had all received, was try to remember country names that seemed to be good folks & those that sounded good to avoid. But he felt rather overwhelmed by the end of the morning, with no way to write it all down. He was briefly bitter about it, but realized quickly that there were a lot of sharp minds among his friends, and they would have no hesitation about sharing their own views of what they had heard.

If having the tome had brought them, however inadvertently here, maybe this was a home for it – of some sort anyway. But he felt that the more experienced members of this group he had joined, might have gleaned more from all the information they had been given.

He was more than ready to hear them all out before making any decision of his own. Between them, there was a lot of information that might help make the decision for their next movements, and whether or not the tome went with them, or stayed here in whatever vaults this besar community offered.

He still felt some discomfort here, despite his familiarity with dwarven dwellings and dwarven works, but maybe it was just the ancient presence of giants. The folks here certainly seemed to accept his own weird group, and he had become fond of his new friends, as oddly mixed as they were. And now they seemed to have enlarged by one or two more members.

Raddok laughed to himself. Does this bunch always gather up such strays as they venture out in their search for justice in various parts of the world?

Bess L. Hadley