Murder Going on Homicide

[Isalidi]

I shook my head. Who the hell was this man, anyways?

Tariam gave me a look like mud and skulked away. Knowing her, I hadn't heard the last of my wretched choice of friends. I noticed that he didn't wait for an answer, so I followed him. (I didn't know where the bar was, anyway.)

The wind was changing, again, this time towards due north. I decided that it was probably going through puberty: constant mood swings.

As I walked, I thought to myself, and eventually came to the conclusion that I was wasting time. I needed to find the scroll... But, since this "Fareron" was already involved, he WAS going to help.