Why can’t my comrades understand that they put the entire group in danger when they act on their own self-centered whimsies? Haven’t they noticed that it takes most of us to rescue any one wayward adventurer who tumbles into trouble after cavorting about on their own? Or do they simply not care?
It’s hard to trust anyone who indulges in such impulsive and irresponsible actions. So far, only Teal has proven entirely trustworthy, and the quiet paladin Pantaghion has been fairly reliable. Although eating psychoactive mushrooms on a lark certainly counts as making oneself a liability…
This behavior deeply troubles me. The group’s safety is more important than any individual’s caprice; failure to even communicate intentions is quite reckless. Keeping company with such mavericks puts the sensible few among us in a difficult spot. Babysitting thrill-seekers is helping me develop certain skills, but offers little other fulfillment and causes so much unease. Since we last left The Glade, every time one of them starts wandering off, my stomach gets queasy.
I can’t help but think that if I broke off to travel solo, I could pass these dangers unnoticed and unharmed. But I’d also be alone with the gnawing emptiness that has plagued me of late, and that’s far worse than the sick feeling when Val impetuously plunges into yet another fray or the constant worry when Agenar wanders off. I know they’re not really my responsibility, but I couldn’t bring myself to abandon my adopted tribe. Nor can I leave poor Teal to mind the lot of them all by himself!
These fickle fools are going to get us all killed.
UNOMAHA D&D 