Leather bound journal of Evandariel

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*ink is derived from the grass just outside of Hlint and scripted in the halfling language*

       Journal, I know not where to begin, so much to speak of.  The dragon i first presumed to be a dream i now know is quite real.  He speaks of a great battle of which good people are needed to fight a tyranous murderer by the name of Blood.  The details are still quite fuzzy to me as to what is truely happening, but it appears i am not the first unsuspercting person the dragon has summoned, and i will not be the last.
       I now find myself in a town the locals call Hlint.  It appears to be home to many races, from other halflings to monsterous half giants.  The other day i came close to an encounter with one of these large beasts (//Thrack) but narrowly escaped being crushed under its large foot.  I dont think it heard me scream, it appeared in quite a rush.  
       I miss the comfort of Prunilla's temple, nothing like being surrounded by the earth itself.  But i shall make do in this place, atleast for now.  The local caves seem infested with manners of creatures i would call most hostile.  goblins to kobolds and even ogres.  I dont see how anyone around here gets any rest.
       In the center of town there is a small patch of farm, seems that any traveler or resident is free to take of the barley that grows there.  Tho i find it odd there is almost no one that tends to the field itself, they simply take of its bounty and leave.  I have offered the little assistance i can to it.  Bringing fresh water from the town well, offering my prayers in the name of Prunilla and summoning assistance in the form of a scarecrow to fend its youg buds from birds.  I myself have taken of its harvest and this morning offered a small sacrafice of its bounty to Prunilla herself, may she watch over the land.
        The local crypts also seem to be in need of some caring.  The undertaker is more than occasionally in the pub or mingling with the dwarven wagonmaster, the whole time the bodies in the crypts are rising.  It seemed it has little interest in it himself so i have taken it upon myself to tend to the crypts.  May Prunilla guide their souls back into the natural cycle.  
       The day grows short now and rest will be needed to tend the crops in the monring.  For now i will sleep.

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The crops are growing well, Prunilla's blessings and her capable servant (Summoned greater scarecrow) are just the thing to help it along.  It seems the people in this town are in great need of the barley, tho in my travel i have yet to see another field of it, so i have doubled my efforts to keep it fertile.  The tall folk are starting to get to me i must admit.  I do not wish to be rude, but i cannot even enjoy my morning prayer without being rushed by 6 feet of clanking full plate, tower shield and flaming sword.  Its most nerve recking.  it seems most here never hear of curtosy and only wish to show off items they own.
There have been few that are different tho.  I have seen some true healers abound, but most hang out with an unsavory bunch of fighter, always bragging of kills and conquests.  What i wouldnt give for some desent family people and honest farmers.

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I've recieved several letters in response to my Bag of Healing.  Its tough to decide who should recieve it.  Its not just about gold.  I've been offered publially what i asked for, and privately even more than that.  But i think i have found promise with a young elven girl.  She offers me not gold, but sacrafice of grain to Prunilla.  Several boxes of it to be exact.  Something like that i feel is far more worthy a trade for the healings of Prunilla.  

 I have not yet spoken to her in person, but i think she will be the one.

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Well the young lady did indeed be the one worthy of my craft.  She presented quite a large harvest to be sacraficed to Prunilla.  The elven have always been smarter than some other of the races in matters of tradition and trade.  I attempted to convince others that money was not necessarily the only trade i would make, but its all that they offered.  So Prunilla's blessings went unto the one that understands the best.
But it was this incident that has me contemplating something.  I believed i was here to teach the farmers and help the families.  This place seems to be short on both.  I have thought about venturing into the woods, seeking out those who worship the cycle there.  Perhaps there i will recieve answers.