05:58: Fell down a hill. Hit the ground repeatedly as I flipped over and over again, all the way to the bottom. That’s how I roll.
19:14: Nearly drowned wading across a river. It’s a good thing that bridge was there for me to grab on to.
09:12: Chaos, panic, and disorder – my work in this town is done.
21:52: Saw a group of magical insects escape a flood in a tiny ship of their own creation. Could this be the fabled Ark of the Coven-Ants?
18:31: Came by a burning bush. Watered it properly.
15:29: Tried my hand at being evil. fiercely trampled down a bunch of roadside dandelions.
09:04: Felt itchy. Scratched.
20:52: I didn’t trip, Soul Supreme. I simply attacked the ground.
23:37: Smoked a peace pipe with some wandering minstrels.
18:06: Thickskull Leadalong raised his hands to the sky and murmured something unintelligible. Malthruin immediately felt the wrath of the heavens rain down on him.
14:14: Oh yeah, though I walk through the valley of shadow and death I shall fear no evil, unless however, I am very low on health, in which case I’m allowed to hide and quiver in a bush somewhere.
23:03: Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.