Friday was more battles and rain. I was drafted by Spellsinger the bard to drum at the party thrown by The The Morbid Deviants for The Barony of Atenveldt. While there I met a dancer named Lily and became her escort. I drank the best bottle of my mead I've opened yet with Spellsinger and The Deviants.
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