Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 182==

I needed to clear my head so I went on a dungeoneering expedition into the crypts with Avery and a group of fresh adventurers.  We have a swordsman, a guy with a big hammer and halfling who won't stop talking about how amazing his magic knife is.  We answered a posted request by some local who says that there's voices in his head begging him to retrieve some magic sword down there.  Working for crazy people, but crazy people with money.  Well, my solar battery flashlight still works fine.  Avery was stuck with a torch and nearly set her hair on fire several times.  So it's swampy as fuck down there because of the season, and surprise, lizard people, tribals.  Why are they down here?  They've been displaced by a group of druids who decided that they weren't Nature! enough to live there.  The crypts are swampy enough to remind them of home, if not darker, and it's warm down here for whatever reason.  So do our non Terran team mates wait to find this out?  Nope!  They draw their weapons and charge in to slay the monsters.  For fuck's sake.  No one was hurt, the lizard shaman did some magic thing to demotivate them.  We talked and to my surprise, there was a magic sword down here.  Something they've been guarding, a great evil blade that's possessed.  As Avery was a cleric, they let her see the blade and she confirmed that it was radiating evil.  I didn't feel anything but whatever.  The shaman asked her for her help in trying to purge the weapon, and she of course accepted.  So that left the rest of us sitting on a rock and chatting it up with lizard people.  The adventurers were depressed that they didn't get to kill anything.  After what felt like hours, Avery comes back with the now less evil blade and we get the hell out of there.  We deliver it to the crazy guy who was relieved and then we got paid.  Now I need a bath, I smell like lizard person.