14–20 Abadius, 4725 AR

Two things happened that I want to get on record.

First: Azazle’s slime rot cleared up. Grizzle used the Horn of Rust to draw the disease out of him. Yes, that is what happened. His condition resolved. He was enormously relieved. Fenrir was also relieved, in the way that large dogs are relieved when the person they’ve been anxiously watching stops sweating through their shirt.

Second: on the road out, Devon punched a butterfly to death. I am not going to embellish this. It was a butterfly. He punched it. It died. The butterfly had company in the form of living metal origami cats. Someone at a later tavern asked me if I meant a giant butterfly, or an enchanted butterfly, or a butterfly that was somehow also a demon. I said I meant a butterfly, and that Devon was the one who killed it, and that this was somehow one of the more memorable moments of the journey. They did not believe me. I stand by my account.

Buried under the Scythe Tree they found a walking cauldron. The group named it Macaulay Cauldron. They made chili in it from whatever ingredients were available. I wrote that down because I had to write something.

We continued toward Ben’s camp. We arrived late.

The woman we met there had strong opinions about what the Dungeoneers were walking into. She was not wrong.