24th of Kythorn, 1491

Tonight we camp on the Triboar Trail, headed east toward Conyberry.  We were delayed leaving Phandalin yesterday (being pestered incessantly by the insipid townsfolk), and have thus made poor time on the road, despite meeting no opposition thus far. I feel this is an omen, that The Maid of Misfortune is with us, and that she will leave young Jorad unmolested, for the time being… Blessed be Beshaba, klaatu barada nikto amen.

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