Day 6: Undead or Just Dead?

The more I travel with Tuon, Zoe, and Mustafa, the more I feel like I really don't know anything at all about this world. We're just now leaving Talon's Junction - massive trade hub for this portion of the continent, apparently.

First among the reasons I'm glad we're leaving is that humans seem to be bought and traded there like cattle. Not cool - especially when you walk in without an owner's stamp or sigil on you showing that you can't be stolen. It's funny that, with the loss of all one's rights, there's some measure of protection. Not that eventually being slaughtered and raised as an undead servant changes from one owner to another, I suspect. At least the team hasn't followed through on their promise of buying me a girlfriend from the human stalls. I half suspect they're serious about that...

We met with this Lord Nellen guy again. God, what a freak fest. Eventually I'll stop being horrified by everything that I've seen so far. Though that may be a long time coming. So he's a vampire for sure. But he's got Lich's, wights, ghosts, zombies... the whole shebang. Apparently he's in charge of them too. He had a big welcoming reception for us - with food that beats anything I had back in the Val! I don't think I'd ever experienced any flavors like that before... there aren't even words I know that I could use to describe them.

Well, Tuon had an interesting flavor that I don't think I'll ever know - baby. I swear... the more I'm around him (and the more he talks to his sword, spear, armor, and himself), the less safe I feel. The drow definitely seems a bit off kilter. The other day in the library I caught him muttering about some sort of dark artifact. Of course, having an unstable psychopath who hasn't killed me outright probably beats Mustafa. I think I might hang myself if I find any more goblin nudie pictures in my stuff. He means well... but oh god, if I ever see any more "Green Girls Gone Wild" or "Big Booty Goblin Bitches" magazines in my stuff, I may have to off myself. That and his training methods. He's teaching me swordsmanship - the hard way. I think this will have to coincide with me learning healing magic. I guess the best way to learn from your mistakes is to be doubled over in pain from them. That and he's pretty much the most blatantly megalomaniacal and greedy thing I've ever met in my life.

Zoe, the monster child, doesn't try to give me porn, nor does she strike me as the type who would outright snap and go on a homicidal rampage. I hate to say it, but she may be the most even-keeled... person? thing? among my companions. I guess I have to say I probably feel the most kinship with her - from what I understand, she's all about becoming more worldly. I don't know how she feels about becoming a hero (like I will eventually be), but at least she's not as obviously... bad... as my other companions.

Better cut this short. It seems like everyone's waking up. We're off to find some floating tower where a demon died or something. What does this mean to me? Another day of carrying their stuff for my training. And possibly being doubled over in pain from training.