Wailing Caverns, Paid in Soul Shards

I went into Wailing Caverns, where the main attraction is the ledges over the underground river and the gift shop is closed. All the way through, the hiss of a great many snakes. I'll be hearing it in my sleep, which is a pity, since sleep is where I go to get away from things. The Warrior shouted at everything, including, once, me. I think I was standing in something.

Lady Anacondra was large, angry and badly designed. My curses were small, patient and very well designed. Small and patient wins more often than people think.

'Deviate Eradication' is done. Whoever gave it to me will get the news as soon as I find them, which, given my eyes, could take some time. Gakmir wants to know where his share of the twenty silver is. His share is the privilege of existing.

An hour of Gakmir. I counted every one of them. So did he, out loud. Drain Soul on the last mob of every pull, because a warlock who doesn't collect shards is just a mage with worse hair.

I came out of Wailing Caverns smelling of mushrooms and wet fur. A bath is booked. Several baths.