The elf woman looked out the window at the city street, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. More civilized part of the world, right. Smells worse than the slums of the capitol. At least it didn’t smell when they were out in the wild – until they ventured underground in that cesspit of goblins and other nasty things. What an adventure that was.
Asteria picked up her black stylus, and started writing on the gray slate she carried with her. The symbols and letters she used would not have been readable by those in her company who could read, she knew.
“Study has begun,” she wrote in that cryptic language. “Joined group of adventurers, some local and others foreign. Different cultures, great research material. Two of the group have strange magicks, and I’m not sure why they all work together, especially Linos. I will continue to observe and report.”
She continued writing profiles of her new companions, noting every detail she had observed, adding her own ideas as to why they chose their paths, where she was still uncertain. Time would tell how accurate she was.
When finished, she double-tapped the surface, and her writing disappeared, transmitted invisibly across the stars. Asteria looked up at the stars, wondering when she would travel among them again.