13th day of Temerus, 19th year of the 37th King

We run afoul of a giant, magical troll. This is exactly as bad as it sounds. It may have been a vampire, although I did not get to go down the whole “You May Be Fighting A Vampire If…” checklist. We are forced to rest for several hours while I nurse my wounds. I get no sympathy from Griselda, who is clearly of the opinion that between the two of us, I obviously have the easier job.



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