La tua povertà mi fa incazzare
Adventure account from the perspective of the young mercenary Elvino.
“Well this can’t be good”, Elvino thought to himself, they had dumped off the two ponies alongside everything else expendable, only to climb in that - only gods & dwarves know, why this thing is even flying - balloon again. While restocking on rations, Oberon had as it turned out mistakenly picked up the wrong drunk Halfling Karl, and by doing so, he was reunited with an old friend of his, who himself wasn’t actually too ecstatic about being halflingnapped after sobering up a bit.
Anyway, it was a cold, but comfortable means of transport, certainly less exhausting than traveling by foot or cart. So much the young Tilean mercenary, Harad the Dwarf, Oberon the Elf, and their short and involuntary new companion Karl had figured out: One could hardly steer this thing, let alone safely land it, which still, appeared pretty much guaranteed once they ran out of things to burn.
