Calistria’s tits. It’s days like these that make me wish I had never quit Shiver. It started like some peasant Varisian joke. An elf, a dwarf, and a half-orc walk into a ghost’s parlor. It was as if I joined a circus or got committed with the criminally insane. But a Grey makes the best of any situation. This afforded me the opportunity to get back at that fuck Lamm for hooking me on Shiv in the first place. Not to mention that old shit had a decent stash hoarded under his place.
And then the king died… It is a hell of a transition from killing some scum and plundering his place to emerging within a city gone to hell. Life is fucked up like that sometimes. After another day of events I would rather not remember my new found “companions” and I ended up meeting the Queen and with luck instead of ending up in prison or worse getting assigned to the city guard.
This is a position I can work from. Put on the old Grey charm. Bust some poor witless fools and convince the people with real power in the city that I belong among them. If I have to surround myself with these… Unusual companions to do it than so be it. The name Grey will be respected and feared once more. It is only a matter of time and seizing the opportunity when it presents itself.