_{by jaymamma.}

I unrolled my bedroll away from the others. I did not want them to see what I had procured while they were tending to the dwarf, after we slew the doppelganger and her senile accomplice. Yes, I appropriated the stuffed wolf. It was so lifelike that I struck it multiple times with cursebringer. Yes, I feel like a complete idiot, but I mine as well make something out of it. I swear if anyone ever made reference to this event again, I would murder them in their sleep. I figured I could get the seamstress to re-stuff and stich him together. I would love it as a decorative piece for my room. Hell, she could fix the wolf while we moved the body. This had been a hell of an outing for us in so, so many ways.

I think this was our highest battle count yet. Ogres, hobs, gobs, and bugbears of my!  There was also that prick thing? Prick, Grick whichever, I’m sure Mystic would agree with the “Prick”. 

We finally found the long lost dwarf. He does definitely not reinforce the idea of having dwarves as a combat companion. They try, and its kind of adorable them running around with their little stubby legs, swinging clubs that are longer than their stubby arms. Really, adorable, but they seem to end up on their little backsides to often for my liking. At least they try though, which is more than can be said for most common folks who prefer to scream and plead while something kills them. We have the dwarf and we have the map, now we just have to find the cave and the mine.

I think we are a turning point in the region. We are now seemingly solving more problems than we are creating. We just had a body to move, a spider to slay, and maybe a dragon to bring to heel. Lastly, a goat sucking bitch to humble. How long would it be before my presence here became known by newer adversaries. We would see shortly enough…