Writing is hard and I prefer not to do it. People don't make my size pencils without them being entirely unusable. We fought a large beast creature that spoke Sylvan-adjacent. It nearly killed everyone with its howl. Then we continued to a campsite after Cyrus transformed into a wild beast with a billion eyes. Oh, skulls also don't taste good, it was too filled with dirt. But we killed the hobgoblins and returned successfully.