August 2nd -19

So. we're just done shopping. It's afternoon. I want to leave. We've wasted so much time already, I hardly want to waste any more. That woman is here. I know she is. She ATTACKED, for fucks sake. We should leave immediately! Why are we not leaving immediately?!
Oh, no, of course we aren't. Because why should anyone listen to little old Hibou? It's not as if he's anything other than a fucking OWL. I MEAN, WHY WOULD AN OWL KNOW ANYTHING AT ALL, RIGHT?! Damn, I'm letting my emotions get the best of me. They don't want to leave. Well, then. I suppose I shall have to carry along and hope that their numbers will protect me. I don't think setting out on my own would be the best idea right now... I am weaker alone.
 
We have decided to investigate the home of Knobbles and the dog. The dog says he smells goblins, and to my ear it sounds like they smell delicious. They smell like dinner. I wonder where I can find some of them? Though I suppose they won't be amenable to being eaten without making a fuss. Hm. I need to find food somewhere that is more amenable to being eaten without a fuss.
Anyway. There are some tents and smoke coming from the west, and a colourful parade to the north. The parade seems interesting. I wonder what they are parading for?
 
Skriver ferdig denne i morgen.