*Ghurr sits there many hours a day reading and praying to his God, learning all he may from his array of books and tomes. Hoping to be able to return to the Church in Shadowdale one day.*
*Entry in his journal with crudely written sentences*
Today Ghurr and Garok set up camp, we go smash gnolls before coming back to eat and rest. But then smelly elf come and tell us to leave, but we no listen, this Bane and Zhent lands, not dumb elf.
*End of entry*