Call Me Travania

The following story will be presented in the first person as dictated by Nidget because thats kind of how Nidget told it to me and I feel its best to do that to keep the integrity to it.  Though absent will be my constant interruptions and questions about what really happened (what can I say, I listen poorly). Nidget's lines will be in red, because I've looked at earlier entries AND NOTICED HE WROTE IN MY DAMN JOURNAL IN RED YOU LITTLE BASTARD!  Ok got that out of my system, and onward.

This was after the war, right around the time you were probably about to be executed or killed by a weird creature or whatever. I will admit I was a bit harder on my luck than I currently am and so I was trying hard to find work wherever I could, Andre was with the Followers during this period as they had reformation issues they were working through and he felt it best to be with them. Which was great for Andre, but left me up shit creek with regards to not having any back up on any of my plays. So I'll admit I relied on conning people out of some coin for a veteran of the war, which is easier than you'd expect it to be really.

It was during these cons I came across Travania.  He looks now like he did back then.  Full on face mask, crazy eyes, huge hooded cloak.  I approached him at first not noticing the face mask and thought he was just a regular rich guy who liked a big ole fancy cloak, when he lifted me up off the ground an looked at me with his crazy eyes I was suddenly horrifyingly aware I was in a dark alley with what looked like a beast in huma clothing.

"Shorty, they don't take your kind in the army." He always talked briskly, like he had somewhere else to go even when he did not.

"I was a drummer." I was struggling to find my feet, I had my hidden blade, but I really didn't want to try and piss off this beast man. I don't want to say he smiled, because I couldn't see it, but he visibly relaxed.

"They also didn't have drummers, but I understand a shorty has to do what he does to get by, right?" He set me down, I wanted to flee, but I was intrigued by him.

"You have the right of it."

"And what are you by trade when you aren't a conman little one?"

"A thief."

"So you know how to open a lock that doesn't want to open?" He seemed to be considering a proprosal, and I had nothing else at this point.

"Several."

"Well then I might have need for a veteran like yourself Mr.?"

"Pavarosi, and you are?"

"Call me Travania."

"Is that a Mr. Or..."

"Just Travania, come Mr. Pavarosi being alone in the street is a conspiracy we can not afford to be having." And with that I followed after the creepy beast creature that had previously lifted me off the ground. Honestly Travania despite his monstrous appeareance was one of the nice people I've ever dealt with. He's still a monster mind you, but he was a really nice one!

And that's where I'll leave Nidgets story for the day, on the fact that Travania is a monster, but a really nice one.  Because that makes sense.