[ This is old hat by now, Juzo seated patiently on the cot while Mary rummages around for the things she needs. He’ll never understand just how she keeps track of all the crap she has, it looks like a big mess to him.

But that’s the difference in their housekeeping styles - which is to say Juzo enjoys housekeeping and Mary doesn’t. ]

Was out helpin’ folks clean up the Forest of the Felled, and there was some… thing still living there. Like a walking nightmare.

[ Juzo doesn’t spook easily, but that thing was sure something else. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever forget the sight of it, or the sound of its voice in his head. ]

I caught it’s mace with my arm, but better me than the girl it was goin’ after.