Anton's Journal Entry #1?

The wagon's a little bumpy, but hey, I'm alive. There was some idiot in the road who wanted us to pay a toll, thank the Gods that we were exempt. The Knight Protectors are a godsend. Unfortunately, that damned halfling is quite annoying, and immediately attracted attention to us upon entering the town. I've never been here, but it seems that this halfling might. The Goddess Элонна seems to be quite important to this town. The Count (or Mayor?) seems to be here at the moment, perhaps our Knight Protector here should let him know.
 
This town is definitely our final destination, but it's not quite what I expected. That halfling is sneaking around now, not so successfully might I add. The Count has apparently already received well-fare supplies, despite our wagon having been sent here for such purpose. Count Veritslav ("Вэрецлав?" Is written in the margin around here) seems grateful regardless. They're having some silly talk about who the real Emperor is, and about how multiple sides are sending aid. Not that I care, I'm just along for the ride. The Count seems to want us to take out the Klan, who are hiding in the tin mines. There seems to be a cyclops? Perhaps I misheard. I am writing as fast as I can. If we get the Klan, he may reward us, as well as take the aid. Too bad I am not much of a fighter myself, hopefully that silly girl of a halfling won't mess with my bardic song this time.
 
The Knight Protector seems to be confident in our ability to eradicate the Klan from the mines. There appears to be bickering amongst the Knight Protector, the Halfling, and the Prisoner. It seems that the Halfling is bickering with the brother of the Knight Protector. The Halfling was slapped, this is most humorous.
 
The group wants me to watch the wagon, it seems. They all share similar political beliefs, of which I care not. I only care for those who will care for me in return. I miss Ruslan's presence, I wouldn't have to deal with all of this if he was still with me. Alas, his new life is a good change of pace for him. But I am getting distracted.
 
Oh, shit, it smells like Dragonweed now. Some people seem to be hooked on it, how shameful. We've arrived at what's probably the most disgusting pub I've ever seen in my life. I don't want to get any closer, that floor is greasy as hell. I'll let the others handle that giant map. From what I can tell, nobody here looks very happy. I'm watching them from outside, it looks so incredibly gross I want to throw up. I just watched the Knight Protector lift the Halfling up by the scruff of his neck and put him back on the barstool, how humorous.
 
Oh no. The bartender just spat into the food? How disgusting! I don't know if I want to actually eat anymore. Maybe foraging for berries will be a better option. Whatever food they were given looks equally gross. They'll probably get sick!
 
Update: They are very, definitely sick. Their bowels are making the worst sounds. And now they're fighting again.
 
We're in the woods now. This is no good. These woods are dense and I have no sense of direction. Брагь help me....
 
We seem to be somewhat lost now. I think I hear.... buzzing? This isn't my battle to fight. The Halfling must take care of this. He's back now, he looks a little.... scratched up. He seems unwilling to speak of it.
 
Something else has happened now. I just heard a disgusting scream, was that the Knight Protector? I'm not familiar enough with their voices to tell. It turned out he stepped in a trap. I had to help him take it off and bandage it.
 
After the deal with the trap, we wound up approaching a stream, and I unfortunately had to head the group. Something seemed to catch my foot, and I was stuck in the river. Thankfully, the Knight Protector pulled me out. How heroic of him. I'm covered in some gross silt as a result, but it was easy to wash off.
 
It's been some time now, we're at the tin mines now. It seems to be in some sort of disarray. I hope this isn't too dangerous for us. There are tents, and fires too. I believe it is time for some rest.
 
Until next time....