We accidentally saved a small village today. I say accidentally because we had no idea we were saving them until the killing was done.
I can’t write for long at once… my head pounds so loudly I can barely hear the jungle come alive with the darkness. I will try to be concise.
We are moving more quickly. Whoever hunts us draws closer every day. We fear it is the KoraKora. I wish I knew more about those beasts. Those wretched traitors to humanity.
I feel sick, like retching and being pulled into myself all at once.
There were bandits ahead of us, Dionus sensed them. He sensed them long before they knew we were there. We attacked.
There was no sense in sneaking past. We would have been forced a long way around. We might have been seen. Had to fight regardless. So we killed them.
They were sacking a village, one sitting on a small river. A tributary winding back towards Graylag. The villagers thanked us.
I don’t… we didn’t know they were there until they were thanking us. They gave me a necklace, to protect… to guard us from evil. It is blue stone… has a blue stone, carved like a wave in a turtle. They must worship turtles?
We did not stay, could not. We must move.
I can barely move. Gods… I am so sick. Trough water is as good, but can’t see for the trees.
Oh gods, did I really write that? It seemed so clear a moment ago… I must sleep. We must move tomorrow.