Now that the rest week was over, it was time to get to work hunting down the adventurers. If only before they did it to them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Journal Entry #13</div><div class="spoiler_body">Well, the week off was a success.<br/><br/>If by success, you actually mean 'completely unmitigated disaster.'<br/><br/>The kobolds were doing... something (I still can't get a straight answer out of them) on the first day, and the next thing I knew, the entire lair was filling with smoke. Other than blaming 'A invisible hobbit thief thing,' I got more answers out of my morning toast. <br/><br/>Second day, the hobgoblins managed to set the entire barracks on fire, and everyone got a lesson on why fires are not allowed in the sleeping areas. Also, I am adding weekly inspections of the barracks for cleanliness, and a list of things not allowed in the barracks, including 'oil soaked cave bats.' And no, I am not impressed with the time saving idea of coating them in oil before killing them to save time on cooking preparations.<br/><br/>Nothing happened the third or fourth day, which was just as well cause on the fifth day, a demon wandered through the lair, spoiled all the milk, AND someone stole my journal. All it said, when questioned, was 'I am Not Walter. Stop asking!'<br/><br/>Sixth day was spent turning the lair inside out for the journal, which was, naturally, under my bedroll. I hate my life.</div></div>