Journal entry for Lt Gwenn, a D&D character.
What a night. I’m exhausted.
After picking up a few accessories for the party, and a wardrobe that would be suitable for “Master Hodor,” we coordinated with Emilien for trouble signals and contingency plans. We determined that Firiel was going to be a solo agent tonight– a choice that may have come close to getting her killed. She approached Madam Felicia Fenton of Fenton’s Rest, who proved to be quite the character, and secured an invitation.
Our own invitation never made it to our hands, so when Tristram, Ordune, and I arrived by carriage, we were a little put out that “Evan Stone” wasn’t on the list of attendees. Jenna Stone, however, was…. I suspect “Evan” should be offended, but Tristram cares very little about the social offenses against an alias we were discarding tonight anyway.
I still cannot imagine how we managed to get through the night with only one person recognizing and confronting any of us.