Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 330==

Apparently after challenging some dwarves to a drinking contest, I went on stage and told the tale known back home as “Big Trouble in Little China.”  The kids loved it.  New rule.  No more opening the gates at a celebration.  Anyways.  The refugees have started returning to Wolflake.  We're going to hang around town a few more days and if nothing else is going on, return to Aeyllin.  We have gotten our mercenary pay and have been discharged from the war.  For the moment, the continent is at peace until at least tomorrow when the city is expecting a congress of local kingdoms who will decide the fate of Wolflake.  All that remain of that kingdom are peasants and tribals.  It'd be nice if they gave the area to the tribals but I doubt that's going to happen.  They like men in castles wearing crowns to be in control, not Orcs in furs or wild-elves wearing whatever they woke up laying in.  It's a political situation that hasn't occurred in centuries.  We may stick around just to see what goes on.  In the meantime, the Hind is shuttling passengers back and forth between here, Rosenbridge and Aeinfield and making a nice tidy profit.