From the Journals of Olon Tombpraises, Volume IIt's been a month since we arrived in the Bonelands. Discoveries of historical importance: 0. I have, however, found that obsidian is very hard to sleep on. You keep sliding.
At least I've managed to learn a bit about my companions. They may not be the best of the best, but they are the best I could afford to hire. And that's what really matters.
First there's Dariush, the oldest member of the group. She tells me she's a mechanic and a weaponsmith, even though I've got her down in my notes as a stoneworker. Odd. I tried telling her that we wouldn't need weapons here, that we were just researchers, etc. Didn't seem to sink in. Hm.
Then there's Mipe, a woodcutter. She seems like a friendly enough, and I suppose it's a good idea to have someone who knows their way around a weapon here. I doubt she ever get to use it, though. This isn't a war party, after all.
It just isn't.
Next, Kamudo MuthkatOkun. Says she's both a fisherwoman and a miner. An odd combination. How does that even work?
Rance, farmer and bonecarver. Seems all right.
Derm: Well, technically she's a miner, but since we arrived she's been hauling anything she can, making beds, and setting up our bedrooms. I'd commend her for her willingness to handle any job, except that she's been doing all that digging in the PRICELESS ANCIENT STRUCTURE we are meant to be RESEARCHING. Gah. I'll need to speak with her.
As of now, we're still shacked up in the tower built by our ancestors.
I don't much like doing it, but I suppose we aren't going to be here permanently. Still, I'd swear that my companions are focused more on “survival” than history. Maybe it's time to call everyone together and discuss our mission here in detail. Yes, that should help things along nicely!