Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

===Journal Entry 170===

We passed into the nation of Hebiry last night.  The road we're on is set in a tight valley.  It used to be heavily traveled until the war broke out and now the undead menace.  We came across a border guard not long after crossing.  We got stopped and asked questions, but they were polite.  We updated them on what's been going on across the border, the undead and the war.  They didn't say much but they're worried.  They will of course need to see for themselves, but at least they know what to expect if Wolflake decides to expand.  We are camped at cave on the side of the road that's been furnished for trade caravan use.  The walls are covered in graffiti, writings of names, dates and destinations.  It looks like they date back hundreds of years.  Not to feel left out, I added our information to the wall using Earth time.  According to my calculations, we've been here either almost or a little more than a year.  I looked back to my first few entries.  I've come a long way.