Charmond is a nice city. It’s old, but well kept. The locals on the outskirts of town seemed fairly nice. I guess it helped that Javyn is buddies with the bar owner. All seemed to be going well the first few moments in Charmond, that is until we made our way to the center of town to what the locals called the “hinge”. As it turns out, the hinge is just a huge clock that needed a winding. Our group was surrounded by Aeon priests and their muscle. They zeroed in on Javyn, and isolated him from the rest of us. It turns out that ol’ Javyn has some sort of blood disease that fixes clocks?! Seemed a little weird to me, and Javyn didn’t seem too willing to go along with these freaks, yet the more we protested the more guards they threw at us. Three rounds of blood transfusions later, the hinge starts spinning again. The priest gave each of the group some worthless doubloons that didn’t seem to be worth half a shin so I declined mine and upgraded to a nice piece of metalweave. Now it’s time to get ol’ motor mouth rested up, and get him liquored up.