no place like home for the holidays.

Ah shit. Bernahond thought as he realized that this was the center of the quakes, tsunami, and death. Why was that healer helping them at first, and then fighting us later? Didn't the other clerics say that the Lathander priests were going to go and take of the problem in Waterdeep?
"You ready to go to waterdeep Tigris?" Just as he was saying that a man stopped and looked at him.
"Ethelred?" A voice said behind him. Beranhond turned and looked in shock at his crazy uncle.Oh no...
"Krasa!" Beranhond said, completely shocked. "So good to see you." He said with what he hoped passed as sincerity.


Beranhond was then dragged from the ruins of the Lathander temple and towards his uncle's house. Along the way Krasa filled him in with all the random happenings with his family. It was in a nicer part of town and hadn't been damaged much at all. His uncle's ramblings didn't seem quite as insane as he remembered, so Beranhond relaxed a bit and thought that it would be alright, but as he approached he could hear the rancorous yells of his cousins inside. At these sounds Tigrisclawu wisely made his escape and bolted down the street.
 "See you later!"
As they opened the door, thirteen youths of various ages tumbled out and gawked at their cousin who towered over him. The eldest was roughly Beranhond's age and the tallest was still at least four inches shorter than him. There was a moment of silence before the cacophony broke and hands plied all over his clothing, weapons, and cape. I need to fix the cloak of silencing before I come back next time...


As he was led in Beranhond's heart sank and he realized that it was only going to get worse.
The entire family - his aunt, uncle, and their his thirteen cousins, then spent the rest of the evening pestering him about the adventures, his training, Torm, his love life, and anything else they could pester him with. There was also the usual squabbling he remembered from his last visit. His aunt, Enoiier, was just as emotional as he remembered and broke into tears describing how badly the Tsunami had damaged their house (which of course it hadn't). As his cousins set down food (the little that there were - Krasa did the cooking and seemed to approach meals with the same interest a sailor approached a bar of soap), everyone began to fight trying to get scraps and bits of the small, meager, portions that lined the numerous serving bowls. Beranhond managed to obtain a small quantity of food, but his stomach still rumbled when the plates were taken away.
Following a desert of delicious rhubarb pie, that half the cousins didn't get to taste, Enoiier and Krasa spent much of dinner squabbling over money, while Beranhond's thirteen cousins fought over the chance to tell him about their most recent work/job/love interest. Beranhond, with the patience learned from ten years in the citadel, smiled politely. At the end of the night, he tried to slip out but Krasa would have none of it and forced him to spend the night on the five foot long cot in the corner. Bernahond at first tired to sleep, but gave up and started crafting a healing ring and finished by morning's light. He dashed out as quickly as he could and promised to visit soon.
He spent the rest of the day groggily making healing items and selling them for a profit. He expected he would do the same the next day while on the ship to Waterdown.