


Rohanl was playing poker and complaining about his bad run of luck lately at the table. I suggested he go to the Cursed Isles, kill a cultist, cut off her head, soak a deck of cards in her blood, and then sleep with the deck under his pillow that night. I assured him that would clear up his luck right away.


Most my day was filled with lots of random chatter. Just a bunch of good mates hanging out and entertaining each other with words.






The bank dispute between myself and Captain Corn ended when he got the bank, which he then proceeded to rob. He admitted there wasn’t much there to take and I laughed at him and pointed out that I’d already gone through the coffers the week previous.


It was a good day.
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