From the Diary of Rudolpho Milano

Dear Diary,

It is true that the tarrasque is immortal.

She caught up with us today almost settled an old score with Vin. The battle was a replay of the last time that we fought her with Vin taking his turn as the tarrasque’s chew toy.

After a short fight, we started the boring work of searching the village. My feeling is that I won’t ask the searchers to do the fighting for me if the searchers don’t ask me to do their searching. So, I pretended to search while I snuck off to take a nap in one of the bungalows.

I must have really drifted off in the warm afternoon breeze coming off of the ocean because I had started to dream that I was the chief of a little tribe of islanders that traded in fermented cocoanut wine. My reverie was interrupted by the voice that is the bane of my existence. Vin shouted “We found something!”

Nesta had found a diary of some sort. No one could decipher the chicken scratch and I was just fine with that so I left. I later heard that Z took the writing to study it and used some magic to translate it. In the common tongue, he copied the last page down on a piece of paper and handed it to Daria just as I was ending my latest search effort.

Daria promptly copied the writing on another piece of parchment and handed original to Nesta. Nesta looked confused for a moment and then passed the note to the rest of the party. The note made absolutely no sense but, there it was - in Z’s handwriting - so I just added “Kongu smells funny,” to the end of the note and gave it to him.

-R