The party happened today. People will get suspicious when I don’t show, I hope anyway.

The chunk of meat I ate the other day isn’t digesting very quickly, which makes sense considering the fact that I don’t exactly have enough mana for digestion at the moment. It also seems to come from a creature that is rather powerful, making it harder to digest but providing more mana from digesting it. This all has the effect of taking the edge off of my starvation and giving me an extra small stream of mana. Picking up that chunk of meat really was Fateful.

One of my captors got drunk and started bragging about kidnapping me, to me. The other two were asleep, which gave me a chance to prod him about the events leading up to my capture. They were hired by someone whose face they never saw and were told to get me locked up in this room about a month ago, this guy at least doesn’t know any details from before that. After they were hired they immediately pulled up any information they could about me, of which a not so surprising amount came from the scholars. They then somehow figured out how to avoid detection from the trees, which basically amounted to a spontaneous attack without any chance of setting up and immediately moving me. The guy said that he almost missed with the dart but a ‘lucky’ gust of wind moved back into the right path.

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These people are apparently professionals at this type of thing, they get frequently hired by rich people that want something less than savory done to someone else. And based on the fact that they are all still alive and in one piece they are pretty good at their job.

I spent most of the day meditating on my connection to my trees. There wasn’t exactly anything else to do and I wanted to see if I could accomplish anything with that connection.

I quickly realized that the connection is not to me directly but to my dungeon core. This connection has always been there, but it has always been crowded out by the much louder, much more direct connection I have to my trees. It will take a long time to nurture and grow this connection to a point that it would be useful for anything, but like I said earlier, I have nothing better to do.

My captors have still denied my requests for clothes or a blanket, but at least now I am small enough to fit my entire body on the hide rug. I mean I have to contort myself quite a bit, but I can still fit. I am currently about the size I was when I was nine or ten years old, and my shrinking has slowed down dramatically. I don’t think I will shrink much more than I already have unless something else happens.

Anyway, I’m getting tired. Good Night Diary.