Ho, Journal! We made it to the white widow, and she was extra crazy. Real bereft of her ranger friend, whom we promised to rescue. Lets face it, we were probably going to wind up having to anyways. At least we didn’t have to fight her in the swamp, I hate water. Plans for that later….

Anyways, our other task was to check some trolls before they wreck the dam. The Dragon Gods are pretty ambivalent towards helping townsfolks when there’s no gold reward, but if it ultimately means less swimming, I’m in. Maybe this will finally teach them and their useless mayor what real majesty looks like. Hoping for a chance for rest and breakfast before hitting the road, I suggested we stop by the town and offer to escort some supplies and fresh volunteers up to the fort. That farfus spent the whole night babbling about owl shit and thread. I think adventuring is taking a toll on the little guy.

Killed some trolls on the way. Everyone dicked around in the woods while I guided the caravan safely to the fort. Shileiloo’s looking great, really holding the place down with whatshisface. They seemed receptive the idea of a Dirk statue in the courtyard. Only fitting.

Everyone else caught up and we spent the night. To troll bashing.