Day 4,514

Bringing a Muulwark’s head back to Delmarva was a hassle, but it was not something I have never done before. Almost as large as my whole body, I had to drag it back for more than a day while fending off attacks from small scavengers.

The sun was already setting when I reached the wooden gates, haggard and exhausted, hauling the monster’s head and a makeshift pack I had made from dead tree branches and a spare blanket. It contained the Muulwark’s claws, fangs, and hide from its back, which is the toughest part. I can sell these parts for even more money.

While on my way to the Slayer Hall, the townspeople sent me curious, and in many cases, awed glances. It is no longer new to me, and I ignored them throughout my trip to the hall.

The receptionist seemed surprised at my entrance, which quickly transformed to mild awe when I dumped the Muulwark’s head and body parts to the counter. I gave him a brief account of my rather uneventful hunt, including the monster’s unusual intelligence. Though perplexed, the receptionist told me that this was not the first time he had heard of such things. Other Slayers were reporting strange monster behavior and activity as well.

I was worried about that. If monsters are getting smarter, Slayers like me will have an even harder job. But it doesn’t matter as long as we get paid.

After receiving my reward of two hundred silvers, I went back to the inn for a well-deserved meal and reward. However, it seems there was a letter for me. The innkeeper gave it just before I retired to my room. I will open it as soon as I finish this entry, but something tells me that it contains ill news.

After all, it is very rare for Grandslayer Oldrin to send out a letter.