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Message: <blockquote data-quote="JustinCase" data-source="post: 7908604" data-attributes="member: 6776182">"Don't you have, I don't know, lessons?" a clearly hungover Brother Pelegon mutters as the monk is being dragged through the streets by a girl no more than ten years old. He uses one arm to shield his eyes from the bright morning sun while his other arm is pulled by Tifi the farmer's daughter.His angelic guide Zabobiel was so proud when Pelegon saved her from the flooding river and the marauding lizardfolk! Finally something the aasimar did that was altruistic again, rather than wallowing in selfpity as a drunken hermit outside town. But as time passed, Zabobiel had become restless, demanding Pelegon take action again to ensure the light would reach more people around him, and the monk rarely had a good night's sleep without his guide bothering him in his dreams.And he never quit drinking. Sure, liberating Tifi and the other people from the prison camp felt good - even more so now that he knew what it was like, having been freed only days before by the others now proclaimed heroes - but there was still the painful loss of his wife. And when he had been beaten down and moved in the space between life and death, light and darkness, had he heard her voice?He had no answers. Neither did the drink, but at least it ensured a mostly dream-free and quiet sleep. That is, until Tifi had discovered where he stayed and often woke him up far too early in the morning..."Morning," he mutters to the merchants and passersby that recognize Pelegon as the girl and the monk pass them by, until Tifi stops before one of the market stalls. Various jars and potions containing everyday spices, grains, salves and other useful stuff are neatly arranged, and at the far end a few painted stones are shown. Tifi points to one small slab of stone in particular, jumping up and down with excitement."There! That's us! That's us!"Despite his headache, Brother Pelegon is intrigued and takes the stone in his hands to take a better look. Upon the simple flat stone, probably found on the bank of the river, a scene is painted in basic colors of a courageous looking man in monk's robes, protecting a blond little girl from a reptilian monstrosity and a massive tidal wave."Hey, that's us!" the monk echoes Tifi's words with a smile, and he tosses a few coins to the merchant to buy it for the girl.</blockquote>

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