Not much to report. I'm starting to understand why both of dads' journals were short at times.
We ventured back into the woods, and came across some goblins attacking travelers. We couldn't save them all in time, but we tried.
For once in my life, I understand the Traga [tragedy]:
They were the despised and rejected,
the suffering, the pained.
They hid their faces, averting from the Seven,
the despised and without esteem.