4th Day, 12th Month, 274th Year After the Dalgaz Wall
Today marks our first night in safety since our encounter with the pirates of the Naughty Nereid. After our encounter at the Trout Lake Outpost, I dared not think we’d ever have a good night’s sleep again. The Ulfen have been nothing but magnanimous to us since we met them on the trail this morning. They are a hardy people, living in this oft frozen tundra, constantly under duress from wild beasts and worse, it is no small wonder how they’ve managed to keep their traditions of hospitality and unity in lands under the rule of Gelkonimaros. Talking to the inn keeper, Maugdin, it seems that their remoteness is a blessing in disguise, as it is rare for anyone but the most hardcore of merchants/fugitives to even pass this way as there are safer passes through the Dark Spine Mountains to reach Icedale and Frostmarch. I’m reminded of home, in the Huldra Woods, where our only protection from the outside world is the magic of Queen Temaria. Without her, I doubt the goodly fey could survive long. Tomorrow the party plans to trek up into the mountains to visit a hermit craftsman of some local renown. We shall see if this Mr. Stoner will be worth the trip.
- Eliodoro, Sorcerer of the Fey