Small God of the Dozens
18th June, I am in low spirits. The food is gone, and the water nearly so. One of the porters fell off a cliff, and Dr. Absalom has contracted a terrible fever from eating his own feces. Very little light penetrates the great canopy of the jungle, and strange sounds haunt the night. Surrounded by dim light, I press on.The absence of a dim light cantrip is yet another example of WotC not doing their job. Amirite?