I have the "Chip 'n Dale's Rescue Rangers" theme song stuck in my head

But anyway.

So last night we fought and killed our first "boss" of the campaign -- it turns out Quasprunia the unassuming head librarian was really some sort of undead-like (or at least undead-associatin') boneclaw'd hoverin' harpy bitch. We found her in the bowels of the library where we have been quartering, though Plink the halfling rogue was elsewhere on clandestine, thief-y business for the fight. Joining Quasprunia was none other than Drodgir, Captain of the City Guard! Also, the five unexplained disappearances of citizens around town over the last several weeks finally found an explanation in the form of five repulsive howling fiends whose stomachs were ripped vertically open up to their chins. Bleech!

Of course my monk, Waites of the Horizon, handily dispatched not only two of these bothersome shrieker beasts but also landed the killing blow to Quasprunia herself, crumpling the metamorphosizin' bibliotechnician (or perhaps I should say, bibliomancer) to the cold hewn floor.

So now we have to search through the newly revealed shelves of forbidden books for histories of the region specializing in the ancient wars against the trolls in the hopes of some clue (which is likely given the ferocity of the defense of the books' secrets) that will guide us toward the location of our quarry: the book of curse reversal.

Then we have to wait for Plink to get back with news of her meeting with Mouse, the head of the city's underground, to find out if we've got a shot at gaining an audience with the wizard Ilda, who other than that drunk Borothor is the only remaining high-profile magic user in the city ever since Augorius and his arcanophobes gained influence over the consul. We don't even know whether Ilda can help us, or even if she'll be on our side, for that matter, but seeing as no one else has gotten access to her in who knows how long, there's probably something to be gained from an audience, if only maybe in terms of petty politics or bartering power.

Well, that's it for now. If you happen to see an old man on the road between now and next time, give him a tip of your hat, or maybe a bit of conversation. I'm sure he'd love to chat. He's been walking for quite awhile.