Somehow, I ended up falling asleep at some point, and I didn't want to get up as soon as the sun rose, again... which meant that for about an hour or so, the guards went into my tent just to wake me up. Finally awake, I got out of my tent, and looked around, noticing a complete lack of a specific goblin ally... maybe he just wasn't interested in joining us, or something, odd. The morning air was still frigid, and the campfire seems to have been recently doused. I would have conjured up another small flame, but I figured that I'd need to conserve my magic for the road ahead. I clutch my chest, reminded of my mild, but annoying injury, and as a result, reminded of the goblin thieves who raided our first camp, and even stole from Dorisma... well, they didn't escape with her coins, and she got them back, but if they didn't fight us, we'd be that much poorer because of it... of course, I'd be healthier. One of the ogres from our camp noticed that I was in pain, and handed me what appeared to be a health potion. "You're injured, right? Bones all messed up? This will fix that," I hesitantly opened the bottle, and the smell of rot poured from it, almost causing me to vomit. I... really didn't want to drink this anymore, but unfortunately, it wasn't up to me anymore, as the ogre literally took the bottle and forced its contents down my throat. It tasted worse than it smelled, if that was even possible, and I actually tried to spit it out, but the ogre was too strong, and he made absolute sure that I drank it... oddly... it actually seemed to work. That annoying pain in my chest faded until it was completely gone, somehow... but now I had to get the taste of that potion out of my mouth.

Thankfully, I still had a few loaves of bread, and eating one not only served as breakfast, but got that horrible taste out of my mouth. I honestly hoped to never come across another 'ogre potion' again. Strangely enough, the ogre who gave me the potion was scratching his head, and mumbling "I thought these tasted good, like fresh meat... lizard guy doesn't like fresh meat?" I decided against answering him, as the mayor ordered the villagers to start packing up the tents so we could continue on, towards and then into the mountain looming in the distance. Its cliffs looked jagged, and massive, with no easy trails upwards, however, there was a cave mercifully low on it, meaning that we were probably going to have to go into that cave, and just hope that it exist out where we need it to... of course, this probably wasn't this group's first time entering that mountain, as several of the kobolds started commenting on it, one of whom apparently lost her husband to a ninja in that cave while they were moving to Birchvale, or, rather, whichever village was built in Birchvale's general area some number of years ago. Somehow, the trolls and ogres enjoyed this cold morning air, as, thankfully, they only smelled of alcohol, rather than sweat and alcohol like they did yesterday... the kobolds, however, were a different story, as they could be heard complaining and shivering... I guess it won't be easy trying to find a temperature that's at least bearable to the entire group when it contains this many different species.