I find myself writing less and less these days for I still find there is either nothing to say or too much. I will speak first of the every day so that I don’t forget that there are pleasant days too. We spent much of our time resting while we awaited Marco to contact us. After a day of rest the ladies decided that the first order of business was shopping. I was told that their first time in a real city such as Waterdeep must be christened by new clothing. I was therefor appropriated as their baggage handler for the day. I’m sure the others came only to laugh at the paladin made into a pack mule, for all they did was sit and drink as I lugged packages hither and yon. Thankfully they were not around when the ladies decided they must stop to buy under garments. For the fact they decided I must wait facing the window with the further threat of throwing a cloak over my head if they so much as thought I might see what they purchased.
I have to admit I found it slightly disconcerting the imagery their whispers and giggling put into my head. Not that I’m a prude mind you, but in that I always thought I saw Elysium as a sister, since we grew up together, however those were not sisterly images my imagination conjured up. Thankfully Mystra doesn’t require penance for such thoughts as I hear some Gods do. I wonder what kind of penance would be required if she did. Six lay-on-hands and one cure light wounds? I digress. With our day of shopping done I and the ladies turned in early while the others kept carousing.