Its been an interestin' couple of weeks. Goblins. Goblin dogs. Half goblin ambush. Big freakin' wolves. And lots of wind, ice, and snow. Can't say I care much for Iobaria yet.
Not sure 'bout my companions either. Most of them seem afflicted with some form of insanity -- I heard that Brevoy has plenty of that to go around though. A couple of 'em are capable in a fight -- well capable enough to save my sorry hide anyway.
We're at the Priory of Iomedae now. At least it is out of the weather. I wonder how long it will take for something to go wrong.