Day 1 Upon applying Master Sterone's Goblin-stench formula, the Riekrs seem to have accepted me into their number. They are very social creatures, with each Riekr expected to do his part. I have been assigned the task of smashing rocks with a hammer. I have yet to determine the purpose of this task, but that does not seem to trouble the other rock-breakers, who have taken to the task with gleeful cackling. Day 2 More rock-breaking. I fear I have pulled some kind of muscle in my forearm. Day 3 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 "Recipes no taste good," he said and spit the book out. Day 8