Second day moving south on The High Road. Roads are dry, skies are clear. We are making excellent time. The bard Ramigil entertained us all with a delightful ballad. Some of the verses were in Elvish, but I believe the song was about a young maiden shaving her vagina, if I am not entirely mistaken.
Lady Doom, please do not disfigure me with a hideously hirsute pubis like such ape-descended creatures. Klaatu barada nikto amen.