The Northlook is warm.
We took our rest here after the events of the past two days.
. . .I have forgotten to note this yesterday, but when we arrived last evening, I overheard the Orc ranger give their name to the proprietor. Kylma. I have been travelling with this person for some time now and only just have a name to put to the face. Though I realise this party does not refer to each other by name often.
. . .I put Zglarrd on a leash today.
Out in the wilderness, Zglarrd’s hunger is easily managed. Options are limited, and it is reliant on what the party provides. Here, surrounded by people going about their evening, the hunger is considerably more immediate and apparent.
The creature is endlessly curious about everything around it, the noise, the light, the movement. It keens softly when something catches its attention and goes still when it loses interest. He really is just like a cat in a busy room.
I will need to train it to control its hunger better. I remain uncertain how long I can manage this in a populated area.
. . .Chardalyn. A few things I intend to experiment on when the opportunity presents itself.
Testing chardalyn against chardalyn. Whether different sources interact, cancel each other out, or compound.
Finding out the composition of chardalyn itself. I will likely need Corren or Osbert’s help with this.
Finding a way to determine whether the madness can be transmitted through consumption.