[I decided to start keeping a diary. Uh, paper was a little expensive, but Aunt Sophia gave me a discount...]
[Hmm, the tavern's rye beer was truly atrocious. Who knew how much water they'd mixed into it... No, how much beer they'd mixed into the water... But Winnie's swaying waist was damn seductive. Decided I'd go again next time...]
[This is killing me, killing me. Baron Lancaster's subjects actually had no sense of time at all; no one even knew what year it was... I could only count from the day Baron Lancaster took office. So this was the ninth year of his barony, the Month of Sowing. Nothing happened today...]
[Month of Sowing, 12th. Another guest arrived. He got diarrhea from drinking untreated water, then was bled to death by a quack doctor... Fortunately, his family was fairly generous with the tip, and picked him a good burial plot.]
[Went to the tavern...]
[Went to the tavern...]
[Found that the tavern had hired a new waitress. Winnie seemed a little jealous...]
[I was out of money, so I started working properly... My ass! I found a wooden sword and began reclaiming my old skills... Perhaps I could dig up a few graves and see whether there were any burial weapons?]
[Month of Scorching Heat. So hot, so hot... The grave-robbing plan was underway. To be on the safe side... I deliberately bragged that some unlucky fellow had been buried with a full bag of silver coins as grave goods. Human hearts were always greedy... Tonight, someone was bound to come rob graves.]
[Following up on the last entry: at night, grave robbers indeed came, and then... that Ghoul appeared again! I became completely certain of one thing—the Ghoul had a certain pattern to its movements. It was guarding this