Upon returning from the Slave Pit, I was deeply under the incantation of the Sleep Wizard. His spell fell on me as a warhammer upon the skull of an enemy. My powers were weak, and I did not resist him.
Today, I and Tjorn the Hypercybarian rode our faithful mare Petunia to the city of Mule Camp. There we marveled at many beasts of burden and their handlers. Later we traversed the stone hills to the Sammian Fields, were we acquired many provisions at great cost.
