As she followed the strange gaggle of adventurers up to the market, Joss reflected on the day's brief, albeit hectic, events.

Been travelin' a long while just to end up here. Peculiar little group, ain't it?-- but I suppose most in this "adventurer" line of work are. This ain't some band of soldiers no more, no uniform, marchin' in formation and whistlin' tunes to step to.

Certainly wasn't expectin' a brawl in the middle of the street, but I'm glad I didn't have to prove my own usefulness by wrestlin' no bear. That'll come in time... without any wrestlin' at all, I'd hope.

Now what, exactly, are we gonna need for a cave of all things? Hells if I know. But half of these folk look like they crawled outta a cave, so maybe I should just defer to their expertise in the meantime.

Entry 2

Everyone's real quick to just run on through kobold-infested woods; ain't no holdin' horses in this little group.

Wasn't the worst, brief little jaunt in the world. I mean, spooky pikin' woods and all, sure, but stretched the legs, fresh air.

The kobolds were a less relaxin' venture. Though I suppose it's... sort've relaxin' to know yer companions know how to pulp small lizards if nothin' else. In a bloody, disturbed sort've way.