I can barely take a step before Imoen goes back to attacking poor Xan.

Why must I suffer doubly with knowing we're all doomed, and having to wear such... overwhelming clothing?
I already told ya. It's for your own good. Once you're out of your dreary self-pitying attitude, I'll give you back your stuff, if you still want it.
So you admit that my belongings were not "lost", as you said before? *sighs* These humans... Please, return my possessions.
I dunno... you still seem rather downbeat. I mean, just a moment ago you were still complaining we were all doomed...
We are, and wearing this motley clothing will not change it. *shrugs* Our foes know us all too well to be tricked now in believing that we are a traveling circus. Please, do me a courtesy and allow me to die in an Evereskan GREY cloak.Gameplay note: This is too funny not to keep.
Imoen does have a point. And besides, it's just clothing. Remember it's all in the way you view it that will determine the way you die, not what you wear.
Whatever you may say... but would you be willing to prove your point by wearing this... motley cloth?
Definitely, I wish Imoen had done the same for me.
Really? I can do you next time if you want. It's no problem for me, in fact it's quite fun, actually.
Sure! I'd love to do that!
Alrighty! I'll have to do some work, as you're obviously a different person than Xan here, so it'll take some time.
Oh, Corellon, why must I spend my last days in this band of lunatics and circus freaks?Gameplay note: They did it! They really did it! The modders changed Xan's portrait! I did not expect this at all.

Then I take everybody to the Elfsong. Imoen loves it.


Celebrate? What's the occasion?
Your birthday, of course! Happy birthday, Syvishtar!
Hmmm... 13 Mirtul is not my birthday, Imoen.
It could be! How do you know, huh? Today's as good as any I say! Besides...
The nice thing about not knowing your birthday is that you can celebrate it whenever you want! Let other people have their boring old same-day-every-year birthdays. My way is more fun!
Here! Take this. It's yer birthday present! Um... I know, we have lots of money and stuff, but I didn't want to spend *our* gold on *your* present. Soooo... I made it myself! Whatcha think?
It's... um... er... what is it, exactly?
It's a necklace, goofy! Or amulet, if ya like. Here. I'll put it on ya.
It's perfect for you. Really brings out the color of your eyes. Goes well with any outfit, too! Hehe!
And this part, here. These pieces? They were... it was Gorion's. I found it on his... that night, ya know? I woulda given it to ya earlier, but it was all broken. So sad, like that...
So! I made a necklace out of it! It's got some pretty rocks, and some beads, and some nice silk string I've been saving... oh, lots of stuff! I hope you like it. Wear it, won't ya? It'll protect ya... Gorion's spirit and such.
My eyes are clouding up. I don't know why.
It's lovely. I will wear it always, Imoen. Thank you very much.
My throat is getting scratchy. What's going on?
Sure thing! Heck, 'twas nuthin'.
This calls for a round of drinks! And some cake! Oooh... and candles too!
I look down at a bleary-eyed, wet hand, in which is contained the most beautiful piece of jewelry I have ever seen.

Gameplay note: Putting it on gives me a +1
AC boost, so I guess its equivalent to an Amulet of Protection +1.
Screw Ulcaster's Amulet, I'm wearing this forever. The corners of my mouth keep twitching up for no reason, all the way back to Beregost...
When I get there, I only have 3 more people to escort.

But Bardo just won't come.

I don't know what to do with the guy. I think I might just have to write him off. I consider what to do on this next-to-last trip. I can't think of any solution though.
When we get to Baldur's Gate's... gate, this time, I decide to be friendly and talk to that little guy we keep passing.

I am proceeding in a westerly direction this day.
Ah, my loutish friends, that is my direction too. Fate has crossed our paths and we could all benefit by traveling together. It will be the classic pairing of you, the stalwart adventurers, and I, the intelligent one. How could you refuse?
Whatever. Come if ye must, but watch your mouth.
Well I suppose I'll be on my way then you idi... you said YES! I mean, of course I'll come with you. My intellect and skill as a cleric will undoubtedly make your group much better than it is. Onward.Gameplay note: Quayle is the one and only Cleric/Illusionist we may ever see. Only gnomes can be specialist multi-class cleric/mages.

He can cast up to Level 5 mage spells, just like me, and in addition he can also cast up to level 4 cleric spells, just like Yeslick. He's two, two, TWO characters in one!
We decide to take him to the Elfsong Tavern with us. When I get back, it seems that most of my companions are favoring the downstairs to the upstairs. I don't want them to form into two camps and start bickering, so I go upstairs and bring the ones up there back down.
Then I take a look around, and smile again. This place is starting to feel like home!

All I have to do is go back and get the Golden Company, and we're good to go.

Gameplay note: I tried attacking the coven of witches in the back room second floor of the Jovial Juggler, but they wiped out my entire party in one round with a Death spell, and then killed me a few rounds later. Note to self: Kill witches someday.
I want to stop by Taerom's first, though, to finally get some of that wyvern armor he's always talking about.

Sounds like a worthwhile offer.
Then consider it done. I'll have it done within moments... I have a mold of armor that is just in need of special material for its padding... There, all done!
I take a look at the armor. It's pretty good!

Just not as good as the elven chain we are already wearing. Golden Company endures!