The wind has taken me to mercenary work, and I find work guarding merchants and gypsies while enjoying the sights. I even managed to have a leadership position being one of the most skilled healers, but that big dumb guy keeps stepping on my toes whenever I say something. What the hell is wrong with all these guys in the company worshiping some blasted cave god anyway? At least I know Shaundakul protects me on my journey. Tomorrow we fight the "Black Claw" mercenary band. I prayed for favors in summoning animals to claw right back at em' for irony.

Hells, I forgot that I had this blasted thing in my pack, I guess I'll get to writing then.

Ah blast, it seems I have neglected my poor journal. Oh well.

Things that are true that I learned in my journey to and within the Underdark: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Gnomes are pricks full of nonsense. -Halflings are thieves. -Anything with pointy ears and breasts is inept at anything involving responsibility or issues concerning my own damn welfare. -Dwarves are greedy. -Women should not be relied on under any circumstances. -Seeker Toman is an asshole. -The Montezzi were assholes that probably robbed my office. -Rhunyorn Arms security is not worth the price, nor it is actually worth a damn. -Lt. Lothor was one of the best men in Sanctuary. -Really dangerous creatures around the place means I can't explore very well. May need to shift focus to exploring whores instead with a disease removal blessing or two ready.