Easily distracted

Izzy on the cover of Rogue Magaz

Two weeks of downtime, it almost feels like a vacation.

Having a house to ourselves is a luxury I can't remember having in a long time. I've topped up my gear and there is little to do but to go with the flow. A certain figure has caught my attention and I've been quietly scoping her out. I can't make heads or tails of her. She's a tall red furred creature and has a bald doglike head that looks as if carved out of obsidian.

One evening I'm at Apfelwein Tavern a more upclass establishment. To my surprise the dog woman enters and she hooks up with a deftly looking crew at the bar. They are dressed nice, but I can tell this is not their usual attire. The crew leaves and I decide to jump at the opportunity and start a conversation with her.

But then a voice besides me starts asking me about my dagger. It is indeed a very nice dagger, but it's my oldest possession so I'm a but reluctant to share. The lady turns out to be a writer for Rogue Magazine. And her seeing my dagger gave her an idea for an article: Toys for edge lords; 12 exotic daggers. When I look back at the red furred lady she's gone.

Well, I've got a new toy here so I'll decided to play along. To be in Rogue has to mean something.

I can't tell her everything about the dagger, nothing that would reveal too much about me. So I make up a story about it being in the family for generations. Somehow she thinks I'm a rogue, sure, I'll play. There might even be some coin in this. And indeed, a few ciders later she's offering me a place on the cover of Rogue Magazine. The next day I'm expected at the Otteun Trade Center.

The OTC is not an exceptionally tall building, but Vogue is at the top floor and the view from the office is nice. The reported talks me through the article, she recalled most things from our char yesterday right. Which is impressive considering the amount of cider she drank last night.

Then an artist comes in, he's a flamboyant half-orc. But he's in a hurry and he drags me to a set. I get a change of clothes and am asked to pose showing off my dagger. He disappears behind a drawing board and every now and then I see his head pop from behind the board.

“Done!”

He shows me the rough sketch. He'll finish the rest of the painting later. With a loose wrist he gestures to the wardrobe so I can change into my own clothes.

Before I know it I'm back outside. Fashion sure moves quickly!