Journal of the Everfree

March 18, 2052

Dear Journal

Of all the worst possible things that could happen, this is the! WORST! POSSIBLE! THING! It turns out I was wrong about there not being any beasties around here. A straight up dragon just came out of nowhere and made off with four of our kingqueens and our giant chlum. I'm even having to write with a flashlight right now because the dragon broke our lanterns.

What that dragon wants with kingqueens is beyond me, usually dragons don't have any use for such things.

Now not only do we have to start over again, but our transportation is gone, and the very thing we came here for is down to $3000.00. I've heard of dragons making raids like this, but how did he know we were here? I've scouted the area, and found no sign of dragons nearby, and the treetops and building should've hidden our campfire. Have I lost my touch? Back on Earth I could practically know what gender a bear was just by looking at it's footprint, but now I can't even tell if there's a gosh darned DRAGON close by. If I knew where the stinker lives we'd grab our 25mm rifles (did I forget to mention we had those?) and give that thing steel in it's face.

We thought about moving elsewhere first thing in the morning and try again, even though we should head just back, this whole expedition may be more dangerous than we had anticipated, but we've found more chlums than we planned on finding in a year in the span of a few days, so we're sticking around, but we will keep a better eye out.

Kevin Roy