The Curious Diary of Ramses Niblek

Some sun god by the name of Palor, or something, scooped us from a tavern and brought us to an uptight city in a world strangely devoid of rusty pulleys. We have no idea who this god is or why he chose us, but he has a great sense of humor.

The townspeople don’t take good care of their rats. I think it’s because they’re preoccupied with finding a creature called the “Night Stalker,” which sounds really interesting, so I get why everyone is so excited. I’d love to see one. But, come on, folks, rats are people, too!

Anyway, the most interesting thing about the Night Stalker is that those who have seen it never say what it looks like. Granted, that could be because they’re all dead, but I think it’s because it’s dark when it visits, making it hard to see. It probably just wants a cookie, or perhaps a bit of cheese, or maybe it’s thirsty. Ale would be nice. Mead would be even better. I really should talk to my friends about getting mead for the inn. Lif probably knows where to get the best mead. He knows everything. Being dead, he probably sees a lot. I’m still hurt that he broke my table, but he was upset and scared, so I understand.

We’re making a lot of friends in this new town. The police love us, and we met an amazing cat named Esmerelda, and there’s a family of pigeons I’ve been meaning to introduce myself to, and I found a hat that makes me look like a lord, and a very polite drow showed us how you can disappear by waving a stick in the air, and I have a bit of shiny fabric, and I found this lovely pen and paper, so I’m keeping a diary.