Khalo's Journal: Stone Cold Sober

Soromir has taken to writing in his journal while inebriated. Therefore, everything he writes therein should be taken with a grain of barley. I keep my cup at bay until I am finished recording my thoughts, as I have found it affects my memory. I must eat, however, else my entries become preoccupied with musings on the quality of mutton.

Our recent tet-a-tet with Jericho revealed to me that he has more than a passing interest in herbology and botany - something we share, although his lifestyle has permitted him more time to apply his interest into a study of flora for the language-capable fauna. The breadth and depth of his knowledge astounds me. Few are so equipped that I would deem helpless, and despite his frail-seeming constitution, I suspect he is a survivor.

I acquired a wearable recently to increase aid my agility. This will be beneficial to me in a multitude of ways, but at present, I am most focused on making myself more difficult to hit. Combined with the new armor I purchased for myself and Mome Rath, I should be able to last longer in a fight.

Jericho recommended the Puzzle Masters as a resource of information concerning Clan Foambeard. I have decided to learn more if I can find the opportunity, but the pursuit of this knowledge has little bearing on the future interests of my compatriots, so I suspect that finding time for myself will be of low priority. For now, I shall content myself to peruse the adventures of the Knights of Mist Valley. I have no connection to them, yet I feel a kinship to these ancient adventurers that is difficult to explain. I like their little town of Halvenspring, and seems to me that it should be the model for the most urban that a civilization should ever be. I am also interested in the character of Onsmythe, and hope that he will be a central figure throughout the rest of the story. I have also noted the character of Bajol, and I wonder if this character is related to the minor deity that Soromir worships - the one with a shrine in Bornos' Temple District.

I must now finish this entry quickly, for there has been some sort of explosion not far from this ridiculously opulent inn that Jace thinks it is important to stay in. To be sure, our sleeping quarters would not even smell of the earth had I not brought a small bag of topsoil and manure in with me and spread it out over the floor to make us feel more comfortable. Anyway, we must investigate.

Entry concluded.