My bard character died. Thank goodness Zak wasn't there. In my defense, I said I was about to do something stupid, and trying to garrote a wight was the stupidest thing I could do at the moment.
I wrote up my next character, and he's more ridiculous than the bard ever was.
I got a diploma for "developing Ukrainian journalism in times of war". Well, I'm pretty sure I didn't make it any worse, and I've never been a journalist when we weren't at war, anyhow.
I've been re-reading some books to get in the mood for writing that adventure, and I find out so many strange and horrible things about people.
You know why I feel so stressed out? Because I haven't swung my sword for a long while now. Gotta fix it.
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