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Captain's Log, 15th of Hematite, 1088.
Yesterday the goblins launched an assault against a team of highly trained champions. It seems they've run out of weapons since they largely sent wrestlers. Some of our commoners have been busy cleaning up the subsequent mess.
This coincided with the arrival of the human diplomat, whom Kodor promptly set about harassing for things like 'more wood' and 'more gold' and 'more silver'. We've been pushing to stabilise the economy here, recently, and this requires we mint a lot more coins of various denominations.
Today, for a change of pace, I decided to go for a wander around the old bath house, which has been empty of water for years.
On the floor I found Tobin Fallstar, the elven Swordmaster. He was laying there shaking, and moaned at me for food. I gave him half a crumpet.
I proceeded to discover that, since we don't typically stock Elven armour, he had been forced to train without any. This had subsequently resulted in having his lower back accidentally slashed open, with severe damage to his lower spine.
I gave him some sound advice about getting some elven armour, but I think he passed out from pain about halfway through. So I wrote it down on my notepad and pinned it to him.