Someone I don't think I want to trifle with is in Amborn. The Orcs were hired, and now there dead. I had a nightmare about my Scarf. Infinite darkness and the demoralizing screeches that came in closer, I screemed, and I was heard. A witch came to me but i've never seen one. I didn't like this scarf when I got it, but without it, I don't think I'd have gotten into weaving without it. It's mine now and I wouldn't be happier without it. I woke exhausted, and unhappy, but in control of this scarf. After wondering back twords and into civilized life, I made patchwork blades for everyone. Barnabas or however you spell Abby's name or whatever he calls himself is in, probobly, a lot a trouble with his family. Never Nestkniter is awaiting orders from her new people and has found refuge for her found family. I wonder what we'll do next with our lives.