Road to Prinzfeld, Starday 22nd Planting

This evening finds me less than exhausted but quite dusty and in great discomfort, having spent the lion’s share of the day in the saddle attempting to keep up with our ‘guide’. We are less than halfway to the crossroad for Hyle and already I must admit that my patience for her brusque demeanor is near its end. I’m hoping to avoid having to speak to her much so as to avoid losing my temper with her, in light of the information Mesko gave me about her recent tragedy.

The route we’ve taken has been pleasant and enjoyable, except for the horse. Perry and Cade have proven to be agreeable travel companions, each making their own contributions to keep the mood light despite reports of dangerous activities at night and continuing reports of monsters activities in the areas. The locals (inhabiting the many small hamlets and scattered farmhouses) report all manner of hazards to travelers, and yet bravely stand their ground. There is no panic, no one is apparently retreating – is this testament to their faith or their own hearty nature?

I had the most enjoyable stop in the Hamlet of Chandler when Shayla allowed us to stop and rest while she scouted the road ahead. I was amazed to notice Perry talking to his horse. I don’t know if this was simply his way of expending nervous energy or if he and his animal shared some communicative bond.

I took the opportunity to shelter in the inn called ‘the brow’. I had a lovely chat with a farmer who had come to the tiny hamlet with his wagon. I met the man sitting at the bar enjoying a pipe and an ale. He was smoking a delightful blend of herb that I had not encountered before. He agreed to share it after gentle prodding, and we shared a delightful conversation as well. The highpoint of the trip so far.

Though I swore not to reveal his identity I think it safe to say that he was an elf man, and no simple farmer. He claimed he was there on business botanical with the Ehlonna priestess there at the hamlet. The priestess it turns out was away for the afternoon and he was making use of the shade afforded by the inn as I was. I picked up a few words of wisdom, of the fay tongue and pointers on carrying my concealed weapons. I should very much like to meet that young (?) man again.