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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Teneb" data-source="post: 801073" data-attributes="member: 3572">Over the next few days there was no further sound from the box-wagon, but Paks grew increasingly agitated.  She was convinced some innocent creature was being abused.  Her concern, coupled with my nagging doubts about Master Lester’s character, led me to ride forward one morning to speak with the caravan leader.    I once again inquired as to what was in the strange wagon, indicating my concern about possible abuse.  Master Lester told me it was none of my business, and to get back in line.  His tone and general dismissal of my concerns goaded me to speak.    “Master Lester, you are the leader of this caravan.  The contents of that wagon are your responsibility and none of my concern.”  He nodded in agreement.  “However, if I discover that a living creature is being abused or mistreated, it would be my duty to see the situation rectified.  This would include the arrest, conviction, and punishment of the perpetrators of such a crime.  Abuse of any non-evil creature is a crime.  As the leader of this caravan, I know you will keep this in mind.”      Master Lester turned several shades paler and mumbled what I took to be an affirmative.  Paks, who had ridden up behind me during my.....sermon I suppose......gave him a scowl, and then had the audacity to look smug!  I certainly didn’t speak to the man because of her concerns, at least that wasn’t the only reason.  I would simply prefer if she would say “I told you so”.  Friends can be a headache sometimes, gods forgive me.    By this time in the trip, Secil was growing noticeably bored.  This, understandably, had me quite concerned.  The elf and I, while not close, have developed a friendship of sorts and I would hate to have to pull the sword of an angry guard out of his gullet.  People often don’t survive those sorts of things.  Paks wasn’t exactly helping matters, encouraging Secil to try and get a peek into the forbidden wagon.  He decided to make an attempt that night.    I was on guard duty on the west side of camp with Secil and Paks.  Secil climbed atop a wagon adjacent to the iron box on wheels.  Adjacent might be pushing credibility; the gap was nearly fifteen feet.  Secil planned to leap the distance, landing atop the mystery wagon and discovering what was inside.  Paks was there to act as a lookout.  I was there to pick up the pieces.    Secil prepared himself, and when the guards patrolling the wagon’s perimeter disappeared around the other side, he leapt.  Nearly two feet short.  Secil slammed into the side of the wagon, fortunately making little sound.  The two guards rounded the near side and immediately spotted the elf.  Thinking quickly, Secil said excitedly “Hey, did you two see that rabbit come out the other side?”          “Rabbit?” queried one of the guards.  I recalled his name was George.  I recalled George was not terribly bright.  “I didn’t see no rabbit.  Ain’t you s’posed to be guardin’ Secil?”    Nothing further was accomplished that night, other than Secil getting quite drunk and retiring to the Entertainment Wagon.  Six women call the wagon home, and I try to convince myself I have no idea what goes on there.  Gods grant me patience, strength, and continued ignorance.</blockquote>

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