《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 21
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Tiddol came back early this morning, her first words upon seeing the state of the place were ‘what the fuck happened here’. Looking around at the state of things for the first time in days, everything was a mess, mud and holes covered the tent, the grasses and small shrubs were all torn up, and there were branches everywhere. Oh yeah, and there were bones from a boar just lying around.
After explaining everything that happened over the last couple days her first reaction was to make sure i was alright, before praising Par, and then declaring that we needed to get the place cleaned up. Par agreed almost immediately, after receiving his orders he started gathering up all of the branches into a pile. Tiddol and I got up to help the overly earnest goblin, quickly gathering up all the branches into a pile about as tall as par, and just as wide.
Tiddol then performed a spell on the pile. The spell caused all the mana in the branches to be expelled from them, causing the ambient mana to be a little more dense and the branches to shrivel up. Grabbing one a bit later it turned into ash in my hand, it was actually pretty fun so I ended up repeating it with the rest of the pile.
When I asked how she did it later she simply replied with ‘I have my own bag of tricks’.
After that she had par start cleaning the mud off of the tent while she started grinding up the boar bones into dust before collecting it into jars, i’m not sure i want to know why.
After the mud was mostly gone Tiddol began patching the tent up, using a combination of magic and sewing.
All in all cleaning up took most of the day, with semi-frequent breaks. We managed to get the place mostly back to normal, though i had to spend a while regrowing the grass and shrubs as well as repairing damage to the other plants around.
At the end of the day she left, saying she would be back in the morning with her party mates.
Another thing i noticed today is that Par started referring to me as ‘my queen’, no idea what that’s about.
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