Dinner Party - Darvin's Story

Darvin had listened to everyone else's stories and felt a slight pang of guilt. He had not gone off and bettered himself, in fact, he had probably made himself much worse. He began to speak,

"Beranhond, Johan and I went to Candlekeep. We ended up in a battle with six guards. I have no idea what happened. There was a flash of light...and then nothing. I woke up back on the Lady Narath. I don't know how I got here. I decided the best thing for me to do was wait for the rest of you. So, I've spent three very long years waiting for you."

"I've had my ups and downs, mostly downs during that time. I've spent most of my nights in the various establishments of Baldur's Gate most of you would not be caught dead in. One night at the 'Brick and Mortar' I did meet a girl named Gwenna. She was quite lovely with dark hair and a light brown complexion. We had a whirlwind romance. I was so desperate to belong to something again I ignored all the warning signs. How she always batted her eyes at other men. She had been so impressed with the Lady Narath that I didn't worry about it. We decided to get married. Guybrush told me it was a bad idea but I did it anyway. Two days after we wed, there was a lien placed upon the ship. The next day she ran off with an obnoxious bard named Murray. People told me they were headed east. That's the last I've heard of her."

"Since then I have been consumed by loss. The loss of her. The loss of my friends."

Darvin looked around at the group. He became misty eyed but maintained his composure.

"I thought you all were dead. I have consumed more alcohol than I care to know. Whored so many times I lost count. Since that day I woke up here, I've been trying to find where I fit in this world. Nothing was fulfilling."

"I am very grateful that you are all here again. Had you not arrived soon, I believe I would have hung myself from the yardarm."

Darvin looked around at the group. Silence had set over them. He had not meant to drop his harsh reality on them, but it had just flowed forth. Guybrush patted him on the shoulder.

"Tis a very tragic tale, Captain."