Journal of Lt. Tupper, Day 235-238

Day 235
Slept in. Woke up panicked that I had forgotten something, remembered that I had nothing to remember, and fell back asleep before the irony hit me.

The city has a library, a big one. Now I could just lay about and read their collection of copper dreadfuls, but I'm still technically on duty today. So, I've spent the better part of today researching the Drow language. Given the lack of a proper dictionary for it and that there are no fluent speakers readily around with which to practice, it is rough goings. I really hope I don't have need of this knowledge in the field anytime soon.

Judging from available evidence, Herakles must have a dire feud with every water deity in existence.


Day 236
Almost feel guilty for sleeping so well.

Translation is slow work. They have a Drow to High Elven Dictionary. I don't know High Elven, so I use their High Elven to Elven dictionary. I also don't know Elven, so I use their Elven to Dwarven dictionary. And since my dwarven's a bit rusty, I need a Dwarven to Common dictionary for the odd word every now and then. That, combined with the actual book I'm trying to translate (a thick tome about cooking, maybe), means I have a table all to myself in the library. One of the librarians is nice enough to bring me tea every now and then, or at least some sort of digestible liquid. It is brown, at any rate.

Herakles tried reading once. He got frustrated halfway through, and demolished the signpost.


Day 237
Oh ye gods if I never see another apostrophe it will be too soon.


Day 238
The others have returned from their adventures. They have apparently slain the sea witch; wherein Kalidas went blind again, Fflam became controlled by some phantasmic horror, and the sea captain abandoned them due to cargo issues. Most of them are going back out on another boat in a bid to save the kraken or poison Fflam or something. Hrogar and I have stayed behind as part of the vanguard of getting drunk off our asses. I do not quite know why, but I have had a creeping feeling of doom all evening.

Herakles has a head that can double as a plow.