Dyvers, damn. I'm still only in Dyvers. Every time I think I'm going to wake up back in the dungeon. When I was home after my first delve, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing... I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce. When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the dungeon. I've been here a week now. Waiting for a quest, getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. And every minute Acererak squats in the tomb he gets stronger. Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter.I just find it really improbable that Francis Ford Coppola was jazzed about making a fantasy movie, but then, upon being denied the use of the Greyhawk setting or Owlbears or something, just shelved the project.
Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a quest, and for my sins they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service.


