My name is Chutnik. Theodore is my human name. This is my tale of my Vigil training.
After departing from Falcon’s Hollow, Alton Ashworthy and I were intercepted by some passing Vigils. We were told to meet with several other Clukies for our next training mission.
I wont go into our last. It was your typical dilemma concerning a lumber baron, an epidemic disease, and finances. As such, I will not bore you with the minutia.
I will elaborate on Alton. He is a fair haired Halfling. He is a more than competent sorcerer. And he is also a rambunctious rascal. If it were another, I might say he was somewhat of a trouble maker. Even on the rare occasion his antics may incite a thinning of ones patience, you get a glimmer of the joy these harmless incidents bring him and must grin. He is so darn likeable!
We were go to an old rustic inn to meet up with numbers three and four of our training quintet. I looked forward to the travel. It was a chance to actually serve Tanil, and thus helping those in need. To put our training to the test. And to rejoin with Elian Windsong. He is a very attractive Elven ranger. He is in my opinion the most ready to be a Vigil. His sense of strategy seems to be almost instinctive, although at time he can be a wee bit presumptuous.