Sorrows Camp, September 8th 2281
Morning
Follows Chalk had to return to the Dead Horses. He was a fine company as he was interested in the world beyond his tribal boundaries. He claimed he wanted to go out and see the civilization for himself. In place of him, however, I found another interesting company. The midwives to the Sorrows, Waking Cloud. Unlike the young upstart, the midwife is set upon her tribal ways. We get to know each other. She was willing to tell how Daniel saved her and her third child which became her stand point in becoming a midwife.
The shaman wanted to meet me, I wonder what for.
Noon
TAKE DRUGS, KILL A BEAR
Sorrows Camp, Evening
Volunteer writing again. I'm too delirious to do anything, goddamnit! You're writing my commentary for fun aren't you, bastard son of a gun! I can see you laughing behind that scary bandage! I'm not afraid of some slave ghost story! I can go to the latrine alright!
Focus, dang it. Focus! Gah, it's getting worse. Anyway, White Bird whoever the shaman was had me tripping on Datura Root and killing a giant motherfucking Yao Guai. I couldn't remember how I won. Waking Cloud told me I was literally tearing the old girl apart with bare hands. Not going to do it again, no more drugs. No more Datura. What's that smirk for, Daniel? Fuck everything, I'm going to bed!