I didn't touch obegard's package.

It's really hard to find good help these days -- but damn, the chef we snagged for our keep knows how to make a fine whores-devours. I love those little snacks, especially those little salty fish tacos she makes. mmmm good!

Oh yeah, the chef was cooking her tacos because we had a visitor: Sorcha. Obegard thinks she's going to be hot under that hood, I think she'll be all tentacly -- which has it's uses mind you, but I suppose we're straying from the point.

The point is, Sorcha wanted us to run around and save the free kingdoms again. Frankly, if she wanted us to save the free kingdoms she'd have let us keep that chest of loot we stole from her originally. So we had to hoof it over to someplace 1,000 miles away. And by hoof I mean walk! Our benevolent wizard thought we should walk there. Worst wizard ever, can't he just wave his hands and make us poof there?

At least we got to do this thing he calls shadow walking. The world got all shadowy -- kinda like that just-before-dawn at the bar moment after your 18th pitcher of local village ass-beer. All swimmy and dark and thinks swoop past you real fast, except when your done you've moved a long distance and you're not waking up next to somebody who you *KNOW* isn't able to cough up the cure disease spell from the local cleric. Again. Sigh.

So we get into this city where they're all lawful and crap and super anal about punching people in the face or blasting them with spells. I do a fantastic job of not punching people in the face, until we're at this bar talking to this guy who finally had some info...and these drunk kung-foo types get all up in our face and whack me on the head with the mug. I even managed to keep my cool until he flipped me over his head and slammed me into the wall. So, I punched him.

I gotta say -- and don't you be tellin nobody -- those was some tough bastards. But we whacked 'em, except my not-so-bright colleagues started spellcasting in front of everybody and had to hoof it out when the town guard came.

Of course, I got arrested. They got away. To be honest, a quiet night in jail was rather refreshing. No need to listen to that bear of a cleric snoring like he was a hibernating or something. The judge had nothing on me and the fines were trivial and covered by our little insurance fund.

The next day had only one thing of note -- some chick got all up on oby's package. That is to say, she touched it. In public. I mean, once she gave it to him it was his package soo..... oh yeah, and we later found out she lifted his little school necklace. Cute broad.

I should have spent that night in jail again. Of course we wake up and there's some spider chick climbing on the ceiling and once she grew 8 hairy legs I stopped thinking Spiderman's Hottie and started thinking Janean Garofalo. So I cut her in half with my axe. It was sweet. Suck on that, liberal media!

And now it's the middle of the night, and I'm sleepy again. Back to bed, and the cute sorceress that's waiting there...