We have fought a horde of various beasties which presented little threat. The normal fighting oddballs were dispatched with alacrity and the harpies were neutralized by my clever countering-song. Inexplicably, our leader has decided to hope that this battle has provoked some nearby dragons to attack us such that we can plunder their lair. In general I am in favor of treasure-hunting, but he seemed rather driven to a particualr goal when we signed up. Enh. He leads, I follow, in the dream at least.

My blades have not tasted combat for a couple weeks now, perhaps a month. I will need to give them an extra-good polishing. From what we've been told of the fight with the dragon, I anticipate another rousing battle of drumming at people. Perhaps I can help the rest of the fighting force with their larger dragon as well. I've used most of my magic for the day in healing.