Journal of Arcadius - Day 175

Umea

After much travel from the farthest north to merely the far north, we have returned to Umea. The city is in even worse straights than before, as its trade has all but completely evaporated. We visited Stonekeep on the way back, and though I dislike it, we purchased useful supplies and equipment there, as it now flourishes. Curse the evil ones!

Our horses were very well cared for in our absence, and have grown a bit fat. We were gone for a long time, and I'm glad the innkeepers did well by the funds we left them. Alas, our horses will have no such ease in the days to come. We are getting ready for the trip to Izmir, and from there, to far parts of the world. We have done so much, yet in truth, we have only just begun this struggle.

The gods will it, and so we must do, for the sake of the world.

Yet strange is fate.

For Walter-Tupper is here, in Umea, and apparently is to rejoin us.

Pelor, I shall do your will, and be patient.


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