Midday. Got the horns that we wanted at the slaughterhouse... Long story, deco for a Western Themed party. Anyway, now I gotta make them look nice and fancy, that will be the job for the weekend. Nice, huh?

Last night a visitor lurked in the realms of mists. Stayed for a little while, I know he was not comfortable and Groundel was not really happy about him. So, that was the apparition of the night. Sad. For different reasons, sad for me as well as Groundel said he was a sad apparition. Yes... The apparition needs life, it seems hollow and devastated... scarecrow made of pain and anguish for bad decisions... really bad decisions... Rips me apart, but that is so. It is sad he never wanted to listen to me... I spoke for his wellbeing, not because of fancy fickleness. Now he realizes... As his blood has become cold and his spirit has been torn appart by hellish jackals... How they feasted with him! And how this ghoul yearns for retribution!
And me, being the Paladin as always... I feel all of his pain.
I feel everything.
It is sad.
Indeed...

But we must carry on...

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