It's fucking cold. Yep. Ha ha. Not at the inn anymore. We're in the middle of a forest! We're camping! I'm writing this as my teammates are fast asleep. And that fucking sasquatch is here with us too.

So I thought we were sleeping at the inn tonight but that didn't go as I thought. Gregory said that staying at the inn was not only costing money, but also the next job was a bit of a ways out. So Gregory told all of us at breakfast to "Pack up your things because we're going out." The sasquatch, Mr. Foot was with us too. He was an alright guy, but he's still a sasquatch. Nah, I don't discriminate. He's alright in my book, the Silverestia Chronicles. Rowan was like, "Oh, for real?" and Gregory was all, "What? You wanted to shag that girl you met? Sex is sacred and should be saved for your one true love!" and Walter went, "Whoa, Rowan's not only a man like you and me, but a grown individual. Let him get a little bit of action or not. It's his choice." And I, nor Mr. Foot said anything during the whole ordeal. I don't think Rowan even mentioned the girl from yesterday during the entire thing. I don't know, I totally zoned out. It wasn't even important. It came down to us having to spend the night in the great outdoors. Fuck the outdoors. It's fucking cold and there are spiders that might bite you in your sleep, or a pixie or fairy might shove something up your ass for amusement. Oh fuck, I completely forgot we were out to fight spiders. At least I'm going to be awake when that happens.

Once everything quieted down, Gregory told us all to get some buy some shit from the armory. It wasn't until we were in the armory Gregory said, "I believe we already did our shopping here." Walter was like, "Yeah, no shit." Although Mr. Foot did buy a pair of metal gauntlets and boots. That should make one less person on the team useless. So I guess we were ready. We're ready to head off! Some experience doesn't hurt. Underworld, maybe they'll let me into the army.

And so we got on some carriage and went on our way. Nothing exciting happened, and it felt like it took way too fucking long to get to our destination. I had to drink out of my flask to keep myself from dying of boredom. The other four this time around were having rounds shooting the shit. Typical shit. I caught some interesting info though, like how Mr. Foot is from that one small country nobody gives much of a shit about because of how uninteresting it is. Probably also unideal, given it's a country of sasquatches. The only good thing about it is probably its alliance with Silverestia. Of course you'd want to be aligned with the best kingdom in the world! You'd have to be pretty fucking stupid not to, even if you are a sasquatch. Actually, that wasn't very interesting now I'm reading this.

The four were discussing the spiders. Yeah, that was more interesting. The spiders were nothing. I've fought them myself a couple of times. They were the size of a pony and could deliver a mean bite, but that only ever happened to me two times? It wasn't that bad. Some town a little bit away had spider sightings and maybe an attack? It wasn't so bad so it means they were still young. Kind of like dragons where they start out pretty small and turn into giants kind of deal. But I can deal with that kind of shit. Easy. How the fuck am I not in the army?

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Oh yeah, they also talked a fair bit about the war. I haven't been keeping up too much with the news. I made it sound like it was a really big deal, and war's a big deal, but not the biggest deal you'd think. Some shit about territory and bullshit politics. Not so important. I think Mr. Foot was a Sheedhied sympathizer because he was making points about how Sheedhied had good reasons to want war. What a fucking tool. Had to take a few sips after hearing him say that. It didn't seem like the original 3 minded too much though. Perhaps they're sympathizers too! Or maybe they were okay with listening to different opinions. I don't fucking know.

We finally made it to the damn town. It was already dawn! And the town was okay. There wasn't really anything interesting around here. Almost like my old village, except here was bigger and maybe slightly busier. Nothing special. We went to the local restaurant for some food and yeah, that was pretty good! They had something called 'Yeah-Ger'. Or 'Yagr'. I'm not sure. You're supposed to take it in a single gulp and that's it. Wow, that was awesome! I had 5 more (which the other 4 discouraged me from but hey, it's all on me, bitch) but that's when I definitely passed out. To have such a product that can best me. Oh how I underestimated that drink. I blacked out for a few hours. Passed out there, on the table. Mr. Foot brought me up to speed with what happened while I was out later when I woke up. I'll write about that soon. Holy shit, I'll have to be extra careful about that. What if this happened again and some less than well-controlled sasquatch decides to do scary things to me. I might be powerless against that.

I woke up in the forest later. Away from the restaurant and the town. I was freaking out, but Mr. Foot explained to me we were taking turns patrolling. The spiders shouldn't be very close to the town so we had to make a slight trip into the forest where they should be. Of course not too long. That would be pretty stupid. But holy fuck, Mr. Foot was the one who carried me! At least he's on my side but fuck, this is what I was afraid of. I'll have to cut back on the drinking. He said it was going to be my turn soon to do the patrolling as we're taking turns while the rest sleeps. I had enough sleep even though my head was killing me but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Mr. Foot also said he had some jolly green and was willing to sell me some. I couldn't help but buy it off him. Maybe the sasquatch country grew these in abundance. Maybe it ain't so bad after all.

Everybody else is asleep and they are relying on me to keep them safe. I'll have to end today here. Just light up this green little magic and I will be ready.

Signed, James Noah Smith