And the word of the day is: soliloquy
Meaning: to provide discourse amongst oneself.
“I’m here, or am I?”

Day 207, The Chronicles of Orb
I am beginning to suspect that the other shamans may not respect my standing in the community.

This morning, despite my having followed the strict preparation guidelines for the growth mixture, I arose to find thick plumes of sulfurous gas are now a permanent fixture in my tent. Naturally, I’d attempted to purge the stench – only to find my cleansing reagents have been stuffed inside my loincloth drawer.

While notably cleaner (and delightfully fruity), it’s come as a surprise to find this smell is attracting nearby females. The thistleweed burrs, however, cause significant chafing that hinders further exploration of this phenomena.

Today, I shall again address the council about our continued support of the warlock amnesty. While strange in their methods, their organization of last years annual tea ceremony left everyone in awe. Sipping from small cups atop Succubi was an especially nice touch. It has been the continued chatter of the village. Mental note to repay them soon so as not to forgo my firstborn.