God, so much has happened. I remember weeks ago waking up and there he was, reaching his hand out. Said I was lucky he was nearby. That slime would have drowned me if he hadn't come along. He carried me on his back all the way to some nearby town. Can't remember the name. I was dripping slime and crap all over his fancy armor, and he didn't seem to care. I wish I could remember his name...We couldn't have been together for more than a day before all the shenanigans and the kidnapping.
After I told him what happened, he promised he'd protect me until I found my way home. Guess that didn't pan out. Can't blame him, I guess. What do you do when someone's straight-up magically abducted by some crazy clown bitch? Who could've predicted that!? Oh well. It's not like he knew personally, or anything. Wonder what he's up to now...
