Day Thirty-Eight and a Half
Dear Diary,
With my drawing done, I open a ley door to the main floor of the Pixieland Citadel. Once there, one thing is clear.
There are new residents.
Sick elves, pixies, dwarves, and sprites lay in cots that cover the floor. All have the same gray boils that I saw on the ley lines in the Fens. No one even looks up as I materialize. The scent of sweat and desperation fills the air.
My heart cracks. I’d wondered if the blight had spread, but this is beyond imagining.
Taking to the air, I zoom through the citadel. Every room on the first floor is packed with sick residents of Pixieland. I want to comfort them, heal them, something.
Time to find Bilge.
Still in flight, I speed up to the cauldron room on the third floor. It’s a shadowy space whose walls a
