It has been two months since the founding of our Fellowship of Cunts. Today, we set off on our campaign to rid the surrounding Sword Mountain foothills of the combined azer and xorn menace, at the behest of the crystalline entity. I foresee this all becoming a dreary task, rather than an adventure of note, so I shall forego journaling about this endeavor, unless something truly exciting occurs.
Blessed Beshaba, please protect Phandalin from misfortune over the rest of the year while our business keeps us away from home, klaatu barada nikto amen.
