I did not join the others this morning. My fury has not cooled, and I do not intend to let it until I avenge this grudge.
How dare that traitorous bastard speak to me like that. Great grandfathers, I beg of you, take his mind once more, he does not deserve the Dwarven wit.
As the morning went on, the party decided that we should follow up on the note we found in the Master's spellbook. We would head for Dolor Forest.
I considered staying in the Master's mansion while the rest went out, but that bastard would stay, so quickly I changed my mind.
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As we approached the accursed forest, it seemed even more dreadful than before. As if some sort of presence wanted to prevent us from entering.
We carved a path through the wilderness, I lead the way. The Master had taken me here for training several times, but still, my memory betrayed me... or, was the forest different? Gah, how I long for the trusty stone of home.
Suddenly, a puffy-tailed rat jumped out in front of us. I aimed, fired, hit. Poof.
As the others inspected the remains, they found some enchanted artifact. I didn't need it, I can rely on my own runes.
We spent the better part of a day walking through the forest, but it did not feel like we made any progress. Every damn tree looks the same as the last. We set up camp next to a small stream, but that might've been a mistake. The water was foul, toxic even. Next time I should bring some alcohol.