[Entry continues from the prior one, but the script is slightly more scrawling like she finished in a rush.]
I tried to convince the group that we didn't have the time to waste on walking the perimeter to the exact opposite side of where we are, but I got outvoted. I guess tomorrow we will begin that trek, and I can only hope that we aren't caught unawares by cultists. The cache seemed relatively untouched, but there's no telling how quickly they might discover our theft, or whether the place was magically warded. It makes me uneasy. According to Tara, tomorrow's storms will be terror ones, which sounds... horrific.
The rest of the night was... weird. Not because of the forest, but because of my companions. Tara tried to have a get-to-know-you chat with Duraz, who was obstinate as ever. Tara started talking about his "betrothed" and just as that direction got weird, Blackthorne showed up and that got weirder. Blackthorne sang, Roscoe kind of flipped out on Duraz and Blackthorne about Rose and Tara respectively, and I decided to just trance instead of engage. Unfortunately for me, Keenor memorized Blackthorne's entire song, so there's no telling when choice phrases will now pop up out of nowhere.
Margin notes in Sylvan and a cypher, for Rue