Banishment sucks. The city of Plano stands like a vast passive yin of Banality juxtapositioned to the raging yang of Glamour that is deep elum, the heart of Dallas night life. And we? We are those fools! King Greyhawk in his supreme executive wisdom has allowed us the honor of searching, no spelunking this dark cave of Banality for any bright source of Glamour.
Thus ends my first journal entry and our first day. What the hell is he doing in there? Crepusca was jolted from her reading of their hour old logbook at the sound of the bellow. There was a harsh pounding on the bathroom door in the neighboring room as the troll tried again to gain access to the shower. If fate dictates otherwise get up before they do The pounding switched to the door that separated the two rooms. Are you up yet?
She flipped through her chimeric cards. Being a sluagh she found it was next to impossible to try to talk in most situations and her cards were one of the best investments of Glamour she had ever made. She held the deck of black cards for a few moments thinking of what she would like it to say. She flipped the top card over. She walked to the door and slipped the card under.
She had moved right next to the door and opened it quickly and quietly pressing her face almost into the troll's chest. He jumped back at her sudden appearance.
After Jay. Borran grunted his thanks and wandered back into his room to collect whatever hygienic materials a troll on the road thought necessary. Crepusca gave his room a quick look. Like the one she shared with the pooka it was smallish, with two beds and had the recently-re-decorated-hotel-room-look of blue walls and maroon trim. She decided. Catching sight of the diminutive Kithain as she rolled up her sleeping bag.
