3-12-20

Dear Journal. It has been a month since last I wrote in you. I think I have gotten over my sinful lust for goblin meat. We stormed their castle and got our revenge on the vile beasts and left many dead in our wake. The others turned an eye while I helped to dispose of the corpses and in doing do stashed away quite a few morsels for myself and let Gingermin snack on a whole legs worth to please my queen. I cooked and ate the foul meat to my hearts content, which it turns out was short lived. It was somewhat tasty I will admit, but even with the most delicate knife cuts and seasonings I had access to nothing was as good as that first bite. I think, maybe it was more the forbidden pleasure of eating what I was not supposed to eat or perhaps even just the new flavor itself that drove me to these feelings. Now that I've eaten quite a bit of it, it's just like any other normal meat to me now and I feel secure that I can keep the hunger in check. It's a good think too as one of our tougher explorers found and adopted a goblin child. This innocent creature has made me somewhat feel shamed for my wanton desire to feast upon it's kind.
 
 
 
I will do better.