I made steady progress on Lace, nothing interesting happened there today.

During my downtime, Azrezel and I decided to go to a bar that had opened up in town recently. I’ve never been drinking, still haven’t actually but I’ll get to that in a moment, and so when Azrezel recommended we go I was a bit apprehensive but ultimately I agreed.

When we showed up at the door someone was getting thrown out by a large brutish hobgoblin. I remember healing some cuts on his face the other day, routine work, nothing memorable. What was interesting was the guy being thrown out. He was a dirt, haggard satyr who looked like he hadn’t eaten enough in the past two years. He was wearing an old torn up shirt and shorts that almost certainly used to be pants. His hair was greasy and matted, it looked like it hasn’t seen comb or soap in way too long. His face had a full beard of brown hair and had green eyes, and it was disturbingly familiar.

When I told Azrezel that we were going to take the passed out Satyr somewhere to heal him up and make sure he was alright he groaned a bit, but shut up when he realized I was serious.

So Azrezel got one of his undead to pick the scrawny Satyr up and we took him to a secluded location where I built a small house, which was really only a bedroom, in about a minute. After getting him clean and healing the rather extensive damage from alcohol he was soundly asleep in the bed I had made.

As for why I am going through the trouble, he looks like my dad. Yes, he looks a lot smaller and weaker than my dad did, but the resemblance is still very strong. And it isn’t just me thinking all Satyr’s look the same, I see Satyrs around here from time to time but none of them have looked even remotely like my dad.

He is sober now, I forced all of the alcohol out of his system. He won’t be waking up with a splitting headache either thanks to me. But he won’t be waking up today either. He is out like a light for at least five hours, maybe more. The kind of healing I did to repair his organs is pretty draining, especially because if you need your organs repaired like that you don’t have the ability to really withstand it.

I guess I will find out more tomorrow.

Oh yeah, the troll is showing up tomorrow. I guess tomorrow is going to be either really disappointing or really exciting.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.