Outside the hags hut was the vile of blood we were looking for, and another piece of that horrid cloth. I won't let more of it get on me, it's a problem, I hate it, I hate whoever made it. We went back to the huge house and the dead lady yelled at us to break it. Abby still force feeds Arc, it sickens me more than the fact his eyes don't ever close. We went to go to the elves or half elves home and she apologized, though I can understand her anger. Being unable to do anything with society, or even voice anything is hard enough for me, but being kicked out? That would hurt me more than anything. We traveled off to a stone place that was destroyed by whatever a dragon is and Abby continued to force feed Arc. Abby deserves all the creepy that's coming to him. The cloth can be cut, but it heals itself when I slept. I might as well just never talk at all, I'll stick to the board Arc gave me.