The other day I stood face to face with a most hideous and unbecoming creature imaginable: a Troll. Yumeko has grown quite fond of summoning Infernals in the middle of Goldshire, and then watching the subsequent terror that ensues. Though I am more guarded against such a practice, I will always stand by her side and make sure that upon the breaking of the enslavement spell, the creature falls before it can deal any permanent damage to my love. A Warlock friend of my wifes that was still in training was brought along to view the mastery of the demon, however I am getting ahead of myself! Before we got to Goldshire, something else totally irksome had occurred. Yumeko had awoken before I had, and she must have quietly left the bedroom in which we were sleeping to take care of some business