Dear Diary,
I fear that I am losing my passion for mindless slaughter.
Case in point: As we made our way further South down the trail, Nesta kept reminding everyone how close we must be getting to our journey's end and that seemed to greatly lift everyone's spirits. Nesta was still using Urol's old maps so I was merely cautiously optimistic.
Anyway, finally arrived at a great wall fifty feet tall and over two miles wide! It had been a few days since I had gotten a good opportunity to destroy something with my falchion and I figured that this wall looked like the perfect opportunity. But just as I began to haul back my blade, the damn door opened. Vin and Ortho had talked the natives into opening the door. What a ripoff!
We walked into a village of primitive losers. I was so bored I didn't even slaughter any of the locals. Not a one! Honest!
We trekked from that loser village down to another loser village on the South coast where we are now, ready to set out on a boat ride tomorrow for an island and the settlement of Far Shore.
Hello civilization! I can't wait to kick back and take it easy for a while. I want to collect my money that Lavinia owes me, maybe do some shopping and vacationing, and get my butt back to Sasserine.
Yep, I can't wait. Lavina better have my money.
-R
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