I am getting tired of these demon horses. It's not that they're inconvenient, but they don't smell or feel like horses. It's like riding, I don't know, insubstantial wisps of pure evil summoned from the nether depths and bound to our bidding. Actually it's quite a lot like that.

The swords are good fun now. I'm not bad with them, but I think I could be a lot better. They certainly have a wide variety of powers that I didn't expect. We met some mutant goo-monsters that threw lightning at us, and Miruette absorbed some of the damage. I felt quite lucky. I have felt lucky a lot lately. These are fine swords. If I had any idea where to find the Shrine of Ely...if we could get into the elven library...if Vernon was a bit more flexible in his morals...so many ifs. I'm sure these swords have so many stories to tell. I wish I could talk to them.

Anyway. We met an odd sphere-beastie without goo. We helped it get back to its home through a tree. I guess that's good. And I got us an egg.

I may take a brief break from barding shortly. Kestrel has offered to give me some tips in using both swords, but I'll need to devote a lot of time to the training, and also I need to practice what the elves taught me about using Miruette. Going to be a busy couple days.