Parius showed up this morning and immediately had a feast arranged for his surviving soldiers. That feast lasted from early morning to about noon, when everyone was too full or too drunk to go on. There was more food in one place than I have ever seen outside of a storage shed. And even that is usually just one variety of food, this was hundreds of different types of food, some of which I had never eaten before. I wanted to try everything but I simply wasn’t able to eat that much.

My apprentices ultimately took the day off, as they ate nonstop during the feast and then promptly fell asleep. They’re still asleep even now. Which is disappointing, but it did give me time to hang out with Par. He told me about how things are going on the front lines. He says that he thinks having the vast majority of our army concentrated in one spot to push forward is very inefficient, but that we have very few people capable of standing up to one of the angelic council’s elite warriors, like the one that drove them home this time. Apparently, he thinks I am one of them, despite the fact that I am not much of a fighter. If one of those people decided to attack an army unescorted by one of our powerhouses then they could completely wipe it out with ease, but if we keep the majority of our fighting force together then it would cause them to at least play things safer.

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He also gave a big speech during the feast about how his current exploits would be impossible without me being here to protect the homes of our people with my forest, and judging from that speech he has had a lot of experience rilling up a crowd recently. I’ve never heard chanting like that before. The people treat him and the returning soldiers like heroes, which is good, they should.

That more or less sums up the day. It was fun, I certainly wasn’t expecting a feast. It might be something to do again, food isn’t exactly a limited resource for us.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.