Rudi's Story 03 - Where Rudi Realizes Going Solo Sucks
After traveling the roads alone for a while, being in a party was a nice change. People had his back, there were people to talk to, and, best of all, he could get a solid night’s sleep again. It was great.
Granted some of them were strange. Like that dwarf cleric. He kept grabbing everyone. Or that tin man. If he was any more rigid and uptight, Rudi was convinced he’d snap in half.* Or the weirdo that always walking around like some sort of butler*. Or the half orc . . . every time he caught sight of him, he had this nagging feeling he knew him from somewhere.
He shrugged and looked away. He couldn’t remember meeting a half-orc before.
It wasn’t all rosy though. The mage always seemed to have an eye on him, like he wasn’t trustworth. And that werewolf thing was freaky. But you couldn’t win them all. And hey, they weren’t really a bad sort. The shapeshifter person thing was actually really nice once you got over the unsettling part of it.
Rudi sighed contentedly, draping his trident over his shoulder as his pony plod along beneath him. He had to admit, it was good to feel like he had real friends again. Real ones, not like Pankas, who was still gods knew where doing gods knew what. Maybe Barril was right about him all along, that he was only bad news. He still felt some pangs of guilt about how he left his old friends in the vale, and also his family. But hopefully him and his new friends would make some money soon. Then maybe he could set about making things right. If he ever saw them again at least.