Dear J,

Tyrteus named me caravan leader today. I might have taken this as a compliment or some kind of honour, had he not done it immediately after dumping a corpse onto a local magistrate's parlour floor. 

Don't worry, he didn't make the corpse. He just dug it up. Davion had one too. Their intentions were good, I guess. They're trying to root out the source of a local death dog problem, and these bodies seem related. It's just their methods are a little bit... abrupt. They sort of start with accusations and work backwards. Technically, it worked, but I feel like they could have been a little more gentle. The magistrate nearly died of shock.

I didn't actually catch the whole conversation, though. I was puking in the fireplace, which didn't exactly leave a good impression either. Apparently I don't deal well with the sight of dead bodies. Ugh.

I wonder if he actually meant it, about me being the leader. I don't know if the others think that. I mean I drive in front, but that's so my passengers have aren't just staring at Davion's Glass Hole for the whole trip. I don't think that makes me the leader. What if I am the leader? Gods, what does that even mean? Do I have to guide these people? Find work for us? Choose our paths? I'm worried that being the leader mostly will mean getting stuck with the bar tab, and having to fill out the paperwork for damages. Both of which are substantial with Jeff around. 

I might be doomed.

Hope your friends are somewhat less batty.

Speaking of which, how are the bats?

- E