Okran’s Journal – October 1855

When Mid’Evan said she saw a kid with red hair rummaging through the trash pile, memories came flooding back to me of the last time I saw Najoki and his kid leaving their camp. It couldn’t be, I haven’t seen them in over a year.

Looking around out back, I don’t see anyone, not surprising, I’m sure Mid’Evan gave the kid a scolding he would never forget. I’ll head to their camp after lunch and see if it’s been used. I wonder why Najoki hasn’t reached out to me. I hope he isn’t hurt.

I had put those two out of my mind a year ago when they never came back from Mount Baratok. I was assuming, well hoping, they had found the veil to the material plane.

I quickly packed a bag with leftover food from the small lunch rush and headed out to “gather mushrooms” making my way towards their camp, being loud as to not scare the boy. Leaving a mark on Najoki’s and my tree, I meander around and “find” their camp.

Sitting on a downed tree I set about eating my lunch and idly looking around. I was impressed, it took me a good half hour to see the lad in the trees. He’s good, but where is Najoki? I mumble to myself, “Well, time to find some mushrooms…” I head off leaving the pack with the rest of the food behind and just take a sack to start foraging.

Getting back to the inn, I set about trying to get together a plan to start looking for a scroll again, how am I going to get the boy food, and where is Najoki? I AM NOT taking care of that child…he did look like he could use some more provisions… Where is Najoki?