Journal of Maximus
Stuck out here, in the middle of some ghost town. Ransacked, looted. They didn't even leave any meat. Been tasked with delivering some Khador prisoners by Barnabas. Given a Posse for protection, but the way I see it, we don't need it. I am here.
Along the way we picked up an ally. Calls himself Draegyn, says he's headed the same way. Frail, pale, and probably couldn't handle a Fellblade to the face - Figure we'd let him come along and provide backup. Also, can be handy to have a human around for... Diplomatic reasons.