Thu 25th Jul 2024 02:55

S4 - Magnam Subsinctus

by Alan Hayburne

Welp, it's morning, and half o' camp is on edge. James ain't hardly speakin', and the guards are... uh...embarrased o' themselves, it seems.
 
Five days in, but at least today's mostly quiet, and we're finally at the fork between Yardham and Lyeditch. It's starting to look more an' more like the Silver Fields, and we're off to Yardham. There's a bit of a camp in the forest near Yardham, maybe military o' some kind? Fancy banners and tents all over the place, though I couldn't tell ya who it belongs to. White bird, with black and blue behind it. Looks like we're in for a talk with some o' the grunts!
 
We get to talkin' and Malachi takes the lead, tellin' 'em about our travel so far, and where we're headed. They make the usual asks about our cargo and business, and ask if we seen any forest folk, the wild ones, elves and such.
 
Aaanyway, they let us on to Yardham, and we can resupply for the next leg of the trek.
 
I managed to get ahold of a busted up pitchfork to use as a spear till we can get a proper one. The barkeep says the men on the road are lookin' for someone, too, headed south.
 
Ke-Iko's here now, makin' friendly with the barman, who says there's another fox runnin' round. Maybe they can make friends!
 
Malachi asked me about some o' the books I read, so I listed off the ones I could remember right away, but I guess none of them were interesting to him, so he asked me about some golden deer, and wandered off to talk to a drunk old man across the way before we managed to get to bed. I get to sleep by a fire for the first time in awhile, even!