Great. Just... great.

I've think that between the theives, monsters, murderers, bandits, and the like... not to mention having to drag Eirene away from those creeps...

...we're lost.

Well, I can't find a place to stay in this place anymore.

Eirene, we'll have to move.

Is he gone yet?

Having a journal can't be all that bad, I suppose...

don't ask about the chickens don't ask don't ask just keep quiet and maybe they will go away