Not much to write. It’s been a long couple of weeks and a long time since I felt like writing. Willup was taken by some terrible orcs working for that damned red dragon. Me and Integral and Lindy and Drake decided to try and save him. But Drake left and then Willup was killed. That happens later.
We did a lot of traveling but after fighting so many wolves and seeing so much snow and blood-snow I sort of forget. I’m glad that we are doing something good, but sometimes all of the guts make me think about home and gut stew. We put a lot of salt in it, and lots of alcohol. Just thinking about how warm gut stew made me feel back in my tents and safety makes me feel a little sad, but also a little warmer.