There is not enough soap

It's been a while since I've taken the time to fill this out with a proper entry. I'm a bit rusty, but we'll see how I do.
 
I'm sitting in my cabin on the airship where Elma has created buckets of water for me to get myself clean. I am waiting for my hair to dry to see if the scent of death still lingers there. I've washed it three times. I will need to get more soap when we reach Silica at this rate.
 
So there's a lot that's going on. Crowntaker is still not here, though I'm still not sure we have an actual plan. I still don't know how we're going to even force him to fight us, short of creating a title that he wants more than the King of Silica. But I did what I could. Warband is still around, we know more. I'll figure something out or I'll be dead and it won't matter.
 
Anyway, we went to investigate that cult Darrok told me about. Hylia's druid friends also seemed interested in it. I've seen what the "Essence of Tollomai" looks like now and it's...gross. It's this monster with a human face that was being eaten by this cult as they turned it into the drugs that were going through the city. I think it has something to do with that lady Elma had sent off to Aurum? I don't know. We found that the cultists had literally fallen apart. My boots are still outside the room. I will need to be scrubbing them for hours before I can bring myself to put them back on. They are covered in blood and viscera and even thinking of it makes me want to wretch, now that I'm no longer at the scene. There, I had to keep a brave face and pretend like it was just water. Can't be vomiting on a mission.
 
I don't know what we learned, except that we're going to have trouble in the city when the high wears off and the shakes kick in. I was a bit surprised that the wizards didn't want to do more with it. They seemed almost as unsure of what they were looking at as I was. You'd think they'd have some idea of what could be done with it besides making it into a drug. As for me, I'm not sure if becoming an addict is worth the catalyzing effect, especially if by the end I'm some mindless starving undead creature that is falling apart.
 
There's probably bigger problems if the essence of the world is death, anyway.
 
Anyway, I'll wrap this up here. My hair no longer smells of sweat, blood, and decay, so I think I should probably go check up on the others.