I do try to be a "good" person in my own way. However last night after a night out, 12 beers in I believe, I had a vision. I was in a motorized carriage being commanded by Nerul. This was some scary shit. So now read this journal: I, Soromir Thoroughgash do solemnly swear to amend my ways: My drink intake per night will be limited to six beers an evening, provided that more is not required. I do not want to take another ride with Nerul.
We've now moved out into the plains on our way to the Temple of Nox. On the way there we were attacked by bandits. They didn't pose any real threat, just more annoying than anything else. This will be a hard slough.
Nemnock also told us that about four miles into the city, there is a stronghold of Yallathun. It's clear now that Yallathun is more important than originally alluded due by the demon doll.
In closing: cheers to moderated sobriety.
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