Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 213==

We kind of lucked out.  We hooked up with a trade caravan hauling iron and copper and we're getting paid to guard it.  Three of us lack weapons so they're to stay with the caravan if we get attacked.  Our trip should take 4 days through the plains.  No known barbarian tribes out here so that's a relief.  Max keeps asking me for my gun, since I already have a sword.  I'm not giving him my gun.  He should have brought his own gun.  So we're all chatting away while on our long walk when it suddenly gets out that Marcus has been sleeping with non humans.  Ian flips his shit about it, calling it bestiality and all that.  Won't go near him.  Marcus gave the “any port in a storm” response and they've been arguing about it ever since.  Like there's not enough to deal with.