*The page starts with an assortment of random notes, like a to-do list*
Bees and rats and spiders.
At least the boys are making a name.
The Widow, find her.
Pargaunt seems stand-up - Dukarras?

*The page ends with the day's thoughts on thoughts*
Rarely does the rot come with a great clangor, but that is why we are here. As the slime overgrowing a stump, we need a base of support. A source of sustenance. I must scour the underbelly of this Human beast for the most disease-ridden lice and work my way from there.