I don't like this place.

I'm a Diran. They train us to find our way over any kind of territory - almost any kind. I was good at it. I used the magnetized needle on a thread but either this place doesn't have a magnetic pole or something made it swing and misroute. (I wonder if there's metal ore anywhere? Mines can be worth knowing about, in a normal place, but this - maybe it was a spell or something.)

We went in a circle. We know about it - even he knows, because we set snares a couple of days ago and we found one of them. There was a dead stoaty-looking thing in it and we ate it. It smelled awful - musk, not rot, it was still warmish - but we're hungry. We're taking that snare with us. We couldn't find the others.

I shot another fish, a really big one. That made us both feel better, but I can't eat too much at a sitting. This armor's tight, but Marty beat the puncture holes back flush with the rest of the metal. Even the dents aren't too bad.

I'm watching out all the time. I haven't said anything, but either the former owner of my armor fell into some kind of giant steel trap or he fell out of something's mouth. Something put a matching set of holes through the breastplate and the back of this outfit, and none of them were exit wounds. He was fresh, too. Some of the punctures were oozing.

So, we're lost and there's something big and toothy out here with us. I'd say big and hungry, but it hadn't eaten anything, it'd only bitten the guy almost in half. At least we've got some money, now. He had a purse fastened to his belt and it was stuffed. It looks like a lot - and I want to be back under a roof, in a house that's stood for hundreds of years and looks as if it's going to go on standing! I don't like it out here.

I got Marty to use the needle again. It isn't pointing at me but I have a strong gut feeling that whatever it's pointing at moves around. I keep having the feeling that it might be moving around us!