Nothing to say about the Ent other than I am making steady progress.

I read a book today. A short one, about as thick as a finger, as tall as my forearm, and as wide as my hand stretched out me far as I could get it. The book itself wasn’t very important, a simple, heartwarming story about a barmaid being gifted the bar after its previous owner retired. What was more important though was my audience.

Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.

When I started reading Willow asked me about the book, before asking me if I would read it aloud to her, naturally, I accepted. While I was reading a couple of Par’s tribe joined the listening, including whisperer. All the while whisperer was whispering under his breath, too quiet for me to hear. His voice was obviously magical, and obviously affecting the other members of Par’s tribe, but that magic was steering clear of Willow and I, so I paid it no mind.

Everyone present seemed to enjoy the story, though whether it was listening to me or the story itself I couldn’t say.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.