Day 206
Smoke, near the mountains. Turned out to be a campfire. Ariella says there's at least one troll in the area. Met a troll once, people called him Ed. He used to be a dragonwing mule in the Thrums. Every other Monday he'd drop a box of it off at my store and lumber back to wherever he'd come from. When I ratted him out after the crate incident, it turns out he thought he was delivering cookies all that time. After all, what else would be made on Mill Street? Nice fellow though. Could lift a goat over his head single-handed. We're camping nearby in the hopes of meeting the locals peacefully.
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Fuck trolls, fuck wizards, and fuck those godsdamn crystal necklaces.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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