Still in the Talenta Plains.

It has been a very long day. Our camp was attacked early this morning by a band of Halflings, and 6709 was almost killed in a salvo of slingshot bullets. Fortunately, Daven was able to get her out of harm's way. We dispatched them fairly quickly, although Sealamin's affinity for setting things on fire is more than a little bit worrying.

Later, as we were riding across the grassland, the party was attacked by a pride of lionesses. Fortunately, several of us spotted them before they could get close, so they were dispatched without a great deal of difficulty.

We had our final encounter at the end of the day, when we came across a strange, smiling man. It is hard for this one to tell, but this person seemed quite odd. Apparently several others had the same feeling (this one didn't realize it at the time, but they explained later). As the mystery man started to walk through the middle of our group, Ru surprised everyone by attacking him. Well, “he” turned out to be a small golden dragon! It was a dangerous ally, but we managed to eliminate it without taking any casualties. Apparently it was on some sort of reconnaissance mission for a Draconic cult. It seems that we have been making all sorts of enemies lately.