Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 278==

We're preparing to leave in the morning with the main militia force and start our attack on the barbarian horde.  All us mercenaries are hanging out in the tavern.  Mike finds out one of the girls is also a warlock and the two have an instant connection.  They spent several hours in a corner excited talking and throwing emotions all over the place before running off for one of their rooms.  Good for him, I don't think Mike's gotten any since we've been here.  Unless they're running off to perform some infernal ritual.  Fucking warlocks.  Anyways, I paid another visit to Amanda's grave.  We threw in some money to get her a proper headstone made, written in English.  I wonder what she would have become if she made it.  I could almost feel her presence again.  I'll get those barbarians for you Amanda.  You just rest.  If I could change history, I would have never gone down into the hold.  I would have never reached out with my mind and tried to figure out what was in that crate.  Maybe the monster wouldn't have awoken and made the airship burn.  Maybe you'd still be alive.