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[b][color=01F0FF]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=01F0FF]Location:[/color][/b] Southwest of Roshmi City
[b][color=01F0FF]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rue[@Potter], Bardulf[@Lava Alckon], Bridgette[@Tae], Mister Luum[@FunnyGuy], and Zeva[@Pink Khione]
[b][color=01F0FF]Equipment:[/color][/b][url=https://www.dndbeyond.com/avatars/thumbnails/7/223/1000/1000/636284734857745454.jpeg]Sword[/url], hunting knife, a backpack with supplies, and a stoat named Raze who naps in the pocket of his vest. 
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With a deep sigh and an eye roll that he didn’t bother to hide, Bowyn only watched Luum continue trying to sell that this was all just one big heroic adventure. If Zeva bought it, that was her problem. Either way, the only thing Bowyn was making his problem, was ensuring Zeva didn’t sell them out the second they stepped foot in Roshmi City. Heading into such a highly populated city was already enough to set him on edge; too many dark elves there and at least half of their party had bounties on their heads, not to mention the human. 

Bowyn looked from Luum, who had offered to train Zeva in light magic, to Zeva who declined the offer. He looked as if he had something to say about that, but only made a disapproving grunt before heading back over to Rue and Bardulf. If he’d seen anything in Zeva worth calling an ally it had vanished. If the young elf truly grasped the severity of what they faced she would not turn down strengthening her arsenal so quickly. Luum had invented her, so Luum could play babysitter. 

The rest of the walk to Roshmi was uneventful, and soon the eyesore that was a large statue of Zanithel cast its oppressive shadow over the group. [color=01F0FF]“A majestic lion or steadfast turtle would be an improvement over that ugly mug.”[/color] He muttered, eyeing the statue. As Mister Luum suggested splitting up he turned to Rue and dropped his voice to a whisper. [color=01F0FF]“If we’re splitting up, at least one of us should keep an eye on Zeva.”[/color] There was no guarantee she wouldn’t turn them all in the first chance she got and it wasn’t worth the risk. 

Bowyn lifted the hood of his cloak to better hide his own face as Bardulf voiced his concern. [color=01F0FF]“Hood up, head down. Keep those weird ears hidden and act like your better than everyone, most folks should just assume you’re an elf. You might be able to snag a cheap disguise ring on the black market too.”[/color] He advised the human, but Bowyn didn’t sound entirely confident. It seemed too big a risk to send the human into a large, heavily occupied city just for a day of shopping and lounging around. [/color]