We have barely found any rest so far. I am surprised at how much chaos has occurred in so short an amount of time. finding ourselves in way over our heads we prepared to face an army of zombies along with a few other fighters, a city guard, and way too many helpless townsfolk. As the cleric showed his intense power, calling upon the strength of his deity to destroy the zombies, we found that making any noise just attracted more undead. It wasn't our arcane might, or strength of arms that saved us. We had to think of a way to survive, quietly. An unfortunate incident involving a disease that may turn normal living people into walking dead struck the orc. After much trial and error with no success, we decided the the best course of action was to cut off the orc's infected arm. He has lost much already and somehow still keeps up his stoic heroism. If we can all manage to keep our cool through this great ordeal we will find great knowledge and power at the end of our road.
We are still in great danger and I have suggested we try to get to the church. If nothing else we can unload the woman and children there and continue making our escape from this destroyed city.
We have a lot we must accomplish if we are to make it. For one thing we need to give the baby dragon a real chance to rest. We understand that in doing so she will become a more powerful dragon, which in my opinion is a useful ally. Get the beast when it is young and let it grow with you and you will have a dangerous creature as a pet.
I have used up all my free time with our short rest as others make preparations in their own way. I enjoy watching the wizard, in one way I am jealous of his knowledge of the arcane but I also mock his need to study and memorize just to tap into the raw strength I command on a whim.
We are on the move again. The zombies seem to be either dead or sleeping...
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