Day 71
This morning, I overslept and was forced to rush the barbarians through the morning routine. This usually would lead to rebellion, but this morning the barbarians were strangely cooperative. While it was a good thing this morning, I wonder what bike retribution they are plotting for later.
After I dropped the elder barbarians at the Halls of Learning, the littlest barbarian, the White Wolf, and I began our long journey to the Distant Honoured Elder. This, for some reason, displeased the littlest barbarian greatly. She began crying shortly after the caravan joined the large westbound trail.
It didn't take long before the White Wolf joined her, creating a most obnoxious cacaphony within the caravan. They sang a horrific duet for most of the duration of our voyage, stopping only when the littlest barbarian exhausted herself to the point of slumber.
I wish that I could say that the noise was the worst part of our hellish journey this morning, but I would be lying. Instead, the worst part was the abominable stench the White Wolf introduced to the caravan.
I can only hope her intestines have calmed before we return from our voyage.
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