Idiots. All these people are idiots! Oh, gods, why…

Rather than fleeing danger, these hapless peasants flock towards it! Pitchforks and table knives will do naught to pierce dragon hide, and Greenest is nowhere near large enough to garrison a militia of strength enough to the task.

My current companions seem capable enough, even if most are martial and somewhat dull – all flashing blades, and close-quarters. The elf, however, seems to have some interesting depths to her. Bookish, quick with a quill…She, at least, seems interested in the Pursuit. They did all, at least, follow the charge of the newest and I as we made short work of the last miles to town, so points in their favors.

Greenest appears largely overrun with kobolds and cultists; how curious. The cultists are swathed in purple robes, though the only purple-clad dragon worshippers I know are the Cormyrean Dragon Knights of Bahamut, so such a raid would be quite outside their purview. And the ponce of a governor here claims they came from all sides – but, surely, even as small as Greenest is, we would have encountered such a sizable group whilst traveling? Regardless, one more for this hamlet’s idiot list. He has been prattling on about something presumably inconsequential – I ceased paying him any mind a moment ago as I am now observing (fascinated by, really) the blue drake dominating the night’s sky. Majestic, really…

And now the stabbers appear to be off. Some errand or other for the ponce. I shall follow; this would seem to give me the greatest opportunity for further investigation of this most curious situation.