All my tension seemed to flow away with the River Belle's serene currents. As I pressed onward, I slew many goblins. I soon saw a rainbow over a great waterfall.
Who could have known that I would fight the giant crab surrounded by such beauty!
There was a field along the main road where I decided to camp until sunrise. Tomorrow I set out in search of myrrh.
The meat is rotten, but the booze is holding out. Computer translation of "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."