Today I overheard Mest and Par talking. Some of the slavers got away, that gave me an odd sense of relief, though not for long. It seems their part of a group famous for being vindictive, so it’s likely they will return eventually. So the two of them were discussing ways to quickly make us more powerful overall, and they both agreed the fastest way would be to train the goblins.


    I volunteered to heal par’s tribe as they became injured, something inevitable. It feels good to heal, it brings me a sense of joy similar to that of creation, though maybe to a slightly lesser degree. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Tiddol joined me in healing the injured, and we managed to swap note, trade insights into magic, as a result we both improved pretty quickly. Though I will admit that Tiddol improved a bit more than I did.


    By the end of the day, the two of us had a handful of Par’s tribe asking us to teach them how to heal. Healing magic I might be able to teach, it is the only one of my magics that I understand on a level other than instinctual. It’s something I can explain, at least a bit.


    Anyway, Good Night Diary.