Day 10 (ish)

It seems an aeon has passed since I felt the thrill of battle or the taste of death as an enemy's blade has tried to burrow into my gut. My compatriots have amused themselves with the entertainments of the magnificent Sharn but I am not so easily waylaid by pretty baubles. We have business to attend to and yet are forced to tarry by some otherworldly force that seems to dictate the course of our very lives. The druid and her friend seem eager to continue onwards but their restlessness may stem from the mass of civilization that has engulfed us all. Writing this has begun to tire me as well... maybe I can go find a fight in the bar...