Everywhere we go in Saventh-Yi, animals of great size seem to dominate. We fought a giant bat, a giant mantis and today, a giant crocodile. We have a druid with us, but he has not been able to deal with the animals in a favorable fashion. I don’t blame him, plants are the superiour expression of nature. If I had to pick one over the other, I’d choose the same as him. Still, the lack of acumen makes the journey difficult and treacherous. The giant bat flew off with me and almost ate me for dinner. Today, the giant crocodile almost ate our druid and his pussy. There has to be a better way to proceed. However, these titanic creatures have thus far eluded our detection. We somehow miss them, despite looking specifically for them… that is, until they are lunging for our branches. Hiding in plain sight appears to be a common trait amongst these beasts, as objects larger enough to conceal them are few and far between. Faced with a deck so heavily stacked against us, I suppose our only hope is that we will soon bludgeon the last of these beasts to death.
Speaking of bludgeoning beasts to death, the monkey men of Saventh-Yi have now learned the lesson I taught to those in Tazion. Do not disturb the Leif.
On a side note, the Thassilonian tribe known as the Pathfinders appeared recently. We had encountered one of their number at a bug-infested campground a couple of days ago. At that time, Iyum Kreshton entered into a familial spat with the lone camper. However, he later denied knowing the man. I found this strange. Now, a whole family of Pathfinders appear and they sent a special invitation to Iyum Kreshton. His claims to not be a member of this Thassilonian spy ring seem less and less credible with every sunset. I may have to take matters into my own hands to prevent these Thassilonians from despoiling the remnants of Azlanti pride in this lost city. Oh how I wish Captain Severus still patrolled these lands!