Letter 21


I now hate doors, rugs, and caves. Seriously is there any place we can just go where it’s dry and warm and not be smothered by fabric or stench? 

We found the lost members of the Noya as well as a bunch of nastiness that is leftover from Troglodytes. I admit I kind of jumped the gun and was going to leave them be. I thought they were already dead. So much for being perceptive. They owe the Ox their lives. I would have left them. Actaeon found some armor in what I must assume is a toilet. It was dark and horrible. Oh, but I helped Clio collect some very beautiful flowers, forget-me-nots. 

I need a bath and to sleep.