We found the second egg that we needed. I encouraged the party to hunt for a third egg. Like Vaugner, I could really use greater dexterity, but unlike Vaugner I don't have the 9000 gold pieces necessary to craft the super-gauntlets. So I didn't mind too much when we couldn't find the third egg (I guess there's a bag limit...).

We got attacked by some ants, with the same kind of mutated extra arms (if Vaugner had those, he could get his shit, er, his bow together - must get Malif to investigate the mad wizard technique required...). They had some spell casting powers, but Malif cast his first Lesser Globe of Invulnerability (which was flat-out wonderful). Here, antie, antie, come and get slaughtered...

The rest of the week seemed mostly concerned with teleporting the effing horses from one place to another. I've never approved of the silly beasts. Why can't people just walk, or run, or use Malif's faintly demonic spell-horses?

Something big is happening in the world. The evil Belar may be taking over big swathes of territory. The anti-Belar tong is sounding like a better idea every day...