Readying the 1st, Starday.
This morning I awoke with a grim resolve, to behold a morning fog that has followed me from my dream. Once more the enemy is on the move, but in my dream I stood with the hated T Mak facing the west, on a hillock above a low fog that concealed a phalanx of hobgoblins marching against a great orc chief wielding the Father of Woes which I know to have been destroyed.
I would have dismissed this as only a dream but for the fog, of same peculiar hue, spilling in through yonder open window. The house is empty and the world is unnaturally silent. I have no energy this day as I ponder the journey set to begin today I consider postponing it to consult an oracle.
As I dress I notice a tiny gift tied up with a golden ribbon on my makeshift secretary. A small note on pulp parchment written in haste reads “With gratitude and wishes for a safe journey, N.” in the tiny package are two chocolate coins from Urnst, stamped with the royal device. I wonder where she found these and suddenly the day is new, the dream all but forgotten and there is a song outside of some small bird she doubtless could name.
I find new energy as I enjoy one of the coins; saving the other for later should my strength falter. I draw on my pipe while waiting for the tea to steep and enjoy it with a bit of honey biscuit before riding off making sure to wake Zil who responds in his customary way – threats to behead whoever it is that disturbs him at this late hour. I laugh and remind him I shall return in several weeks. He wishes me well in his way muttering something about bad garbage which I attribute to the empty cask beside him.
When I arrive at the small rude chapel that Gallon has been calling home of late, the fog lifts completely and I am filled with a sense of triumphant joy in anticipation of riding with my friend again. We stop at Chandler’s where I met that olven botanist for a meal and to give Gallon a rest. I’ve been picking his brain all day for news all the details of his new life.
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