Aye, greetin's to all of ye. Back to hear some more tales from an old swashbuckler are ye? Well, sit down, come close, get yerself a tankard because old Tipsy has got plenty of tales to tell. Where were we last? Oh yes, oh yes, the Watcher's Keep. Bugger of an adventure that was. So there we were...

"This place smells horrible."

"I know dearie, they've all smelled horrible. There's a bloody demon prince imprisoned someplace in this keep. It's not gonna smell like lavender." Aerie was getting on me nerves. The lass was powerful as ye can imagine an elf spellcaster would be, but she was not exactly low maintenance.

"You think this place smells, you should smell some of the places that the poor underclasses of the Sword Coast have to endure. Once I get enou-". That was Nalia, she was also working me last nerve. Also good with the spells, also annoying. When ye're a thief, and all ye can think about is stealing, having someone in ye're party that wants nothing to do but to give back to the poor wretched underclasses, it's enough to drive a man batty. Luckily she was cute, and good in a scrap. Truth be told I ignored her most of the time anyway.

"Yes Nalia, we know. Once you get enough money you're going to single handedly raise every peasant from poverty. Please, let us know when that happens, but until that time, keep your tongue silent child!" Ah Jaheira, me love. While I know that she still carried something for Khalid since his death, she and I had grown close to each other, well, as close as a womanizing thief and an elf that will outlive ye by a hundred years easy can become. She could be hard as nails, and overbearing, but she kept us all in check, especially Nalia and Aerie.

"Clearly the foul stench of evil has corrupted this place. By Helm, I shall vanquish it and prove, once again, the glory of Helm!" As usual, Anomen's devotion to Helm was second only in his devotion to his devotion to Helm. Every party should have a healer, and he was ours. The lad had his uses, and he learned early on that Tipsy worships whatever will get Tipsy drunk, rich, or in bed with the nearest serving wench, so I tolerated him, even if he could get long winded at times, well, every time.