Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 276==

We were broken into groups of three, patrolling specific routes and set to meet up at one location, near the barbarian supply camp, and then head back after gathering what information we can.  A two or three day trip.  I was with Alex and one of the other adventurers, a tiefling guy.  What the hell is wrong with their chins?  Says he's a ranger of some kind.  So we're set to visit one of the abandoned farmsteads along our route.  We get out there around nightfall, poke around.  I don't detect anyone, all the farm animals are gone or dead.  It looks like some of the fields are still harvestable.  So we go inside the house and check around for anything we can use.  They got a barrel of booze in their kitchen but it smells funny.  There is some preserved fruit and some salted meat, so we have some of that, then sit around the fireplace and tell stories.  Alex and I decide to completely befuddle the guy.  So after he tells us about his adventure fighting one illithid and some drow in a cave system, I tell him the story of the Morrowind.  He doesn't get what the fuck I'm going on about.  Alex decides to one up me and tells him about the Emperor of Mankind, except he's using all the local races.  He thinks we're both insane now.