Checkup: Magic 8 Ball says 'Don't count on it.'

Research and chores. I’m flipping through the tome from the Verbena, looking for anything that’d help with Fells the Wyrm. So far, there’s some interesting ideas that might help point the way. At the same time, I looked for anything that’ll help me. I’m confident there’s nothing. Nothing at all. I don’t even know how I feel about that anymore.

I also did more reading about the house, and it’s problems. I spent some time watching the fire. All I could come to the conclusion on was what it wasn’t. It’s like the problem is… nothing. It doesn’t exist, except that it clearly does. I’m increasingly sure it’s not ghosts. I need to go see in person, though.

All that research took up most of the day, and doing some maintenance on the new den for storing the wyrm waste took the rest. I didn’t have enough time to meditate on spiritual matters, and refresh my spirit before it was already night, and time visit Tail-Eater again. It’s a long enough walk from the den to Tail Eater that I had time to think - I didn’t have a choice in thinking. My head’s been buzzing for months now. I thought a bit about the Fenrir’s problem, but mostly? I thought about what I was going over there to do. I wondered if I really cared what Tail-Eater found.

( A quick check-up with Nicodemus )

He flies much faster than me. I’m a little jealous. But I bet he can’t do that same trick in the animal lands!