Dear diary,

We made our way to some ruins and pillars and stuff with ugly writing on it, and it turned out that none of us could read it. (I think they said it was goblin, after putting all our languages together, but I was too busy borrowing Harold's ink pen and writing some naughty jokes on the pillars in Leprechaun.)

So we used some rope and Krane bullied Harold into going down first, then me, then Helena and then him. He made it clear he hated elves, but I think he likes me (ew!) so he's okay with me. I mean, when you're as pretty as me, everyone loves you and doesn't care what race you are.

Well, Harold went down the rope and then fell when he ran out of rope and was attacked by some giant-ass rats. I swung around on the rope for fun a bit before jumping down to help him. Helena was next, but then Krane jumped down first and kicked her in the face. They both fell down then, and we killed those ugly little (giant) beasts pretty fast.

Note to self: I don't like rats.

Love, Cristiella!