Journal of Arcadius

Time

Would that we had more of it! We are in my homeland, if only the frontier trading town of Khemhet, but my homeland nonetheless. It feels comfortable to walk the right path and act in the old and correct ways once more, to speak in my language and be understood, to be... at home, even if the ways here differ slightly from those in my region of the country. It is good.

And yet, something is wrong. Something has changed and there is a subtle undertone of discontent that seems out of place here, yet no one can point to its source. There is much trade from the north, particularly the kingdom of Izmir, but the traders from that unhappy land are under instructions only to sell, not to buy. However trade is not at the heart of what is wrong. Would that we could investigate, but we must move on in the morning, on to the island!

I have guided the others in correct behavior in this land, obtained travel permits for them, a business license for Stuzcka, and have put in some hours helping at the temple of Lord Pelor, praise be to him. Now I must write a letter to my family, and then all shall be in order, at least for now.

When, by the grace of Lord Pelor and the rightly-guiding gods, we defeat the Aboleth, I will come here again.

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