A Good Bloodletting

"A good bloodletting"
 
Dear Journal- Not gonna lie, I wasn't convinced this group would survive long. Humans and elves, not always the brightest when it comes to keeping alive. Too soft. But I think I may have been wrong. I haven't had such a good bloodletting in a while!
 
So, we were sent to this wizard wines place, a mission of no particular importance, far as I can tell. But there's shiny in it for us. Or so I've been promised. I'll tell you this much, I am not drinking wine in this place anymore, now that I've seen their vats and what grows in their dirt.
 
Their vineyard was a maze full of brambles and thorny things that didn't always stay put... a couple good stabbings was all it took though.
Best to go outside the fence I figured, go stealth like. Let the others take the front, though these pine trees go down easy their spikes hurt.
 
Our Illithid companion backed me up well-- I'll never get his name right, which is something I've tried to cover by inventing nicknames. "Squidy" hasn't gone over well, I'll need to try something else.
 
Scrambled over the fence and shredded more of those carnivorous plants, and made my way into the primary building on the grounds. (I mused with the idea of burning it down, but was informed that we were sent here to clear out an infestation not destroy the winery. Stupid rules).
 
After rummaging around some I found where they brew the wine. It is total crap! But I tasted it, and there was no tang of blood or other corruption.
 
Not a minute later there was a commotion, and I spotted a woman up on a balcony level. My companions seemed in no mood to ask questions, so I put a hex on her and an arrow through her leg. Then the elf leveled his boom stick and blew a hole in her chest.
 
Another day on the job. As I rummaged through her blood-soaked belongings, squiddy slurped her brain right out of her skull. I've never heard a sound like it. This is exactly why I try to sleep with one eye open when he's nearby, but maybe if he's well fed my brain-meats will be less appetizing.
 
We ascended the staircase and heard a sound in an adjacent room. Without a word, we rushed in, weapons drawn, eyes gleaming. Trevor leapt onto the bed and swung his flaming morningstar with a roar, and struck a man who was wearing robes similar to the woman we had just killed and eaten. Alfonso took a shot at him as well, but he managed a very impressive flip out the window.
 
By this point the bloodlust had me, and I leapt out the window after him. Landing on my feet, I smiled down at the man, who had broken one of his legs in the fall. I put him out of his misery with a clean slash to the throat, and picked his pockets before licking my blade clean and climbing back into the room.
 
I told my new friends how pleased I was with the events of the day so far. Very refreshing. I'm a little disappointed they wouldn't let me take any of the shiny in the drawers and chests of the winery but I suppose our client wouldn't appreciate it... I guess.
 
There is one thing that is bothering me, though...
I hope the kid is alright, when we get back. Myrtle? Maude? Mindy? I can never keep human names straight and they all look the same, all pink and squishy. But I find myself thinking about her and hoping she's alright.
I insisted she stay with the old woman and Irena, something was not right at the church. I know this much, if anyone hurts her I will make a pair of boots out of their skin.