Log #XX03
Corn - Day 3
Sgt. Jelly

Status report. We've been cooped up in a den with a pile of broches. They've been polite hosts. Pop was able to limp himself half a mile around the edge of the oasis where we found a shade tree and an empty den in its roots. There, we pulled off Pop's spaulder and confirmed that while he was bruised and sore and swollen, he was still in the correct number of pieces.

Pop collapsed into a nap. With Snap as his guard, Coco and I left to forage for herbs for a salve. We brought back two rabbits and a handful of roots that help with pain. What we found shocked us: Snap was standing on top of a sleeping Pop, fiercely waving his pincers at a curious gaggle of broch cubs.

They scattered at our arrival, squeaking pathetically, and the mother broch appeared at the mouth of the den behind us. She saw us and growled, but then sniffed at our fresh rabbits. She was thin, and her cubs were clearly rambunctious. The tide of the consumed affects all creatures of Loria.

I gave her the rabbits. She welcomed us into her home to stay with her family. Coco and I have been hunting for her and the cubs every day. The swelling in Pop's shoulder has reduced. He's still sore on his feet, but we will likely be able to head back to Murkwood in a few days. We are a few days past our expected return, so I'm waiting for the familiar hum of Beeps over my shoulder. I wish I could send a letter to Bean.

[New dating convention cause idk what I was even thinking before (or not thinking).]