We arrived in Daggerford on schedule, and quickly made our way through the bustle of merchants to find the local teamsters’ office. The guildmaster, a human male by the name of Selebon, assessed our documents and assigned us to tasks in a manner that seemed to betray an all-too-common human racial prejudice.
Brick, Jorad, and Tegan received plum positions. Brick was made overseer, while Jorad and Tegan were hired as personal bodyguards to a pair of merchants, Oyn Evenmor and Samardag the Hoper. Meanwhile, Gunx, Tolarin, and I were offered lesser roles. I considered casting a spell on Selebon to change his mind, but ultimately I chose not to risk blowing my cover. These mundane jobs are mere subterfuge, after all, and at least I was assigned to guard duty, not scullery labor, like the unlucky monks.
Today, we will replenish our stores of healing potions, and tomorrow we will head south as guards and labourers for an eleven-wagon caravan. Three of the wagon teams have already aroused our suspicions, as we recognize a few familiar faces here from the raiders’ camp. By the will of Beshaba, may we bring swift and dire misfortune to these Dragon Cult fiends, klaatu barada nikto amen.
15th of Tarsakh, 1492: Camped at Gillian’s Hill, the smallest of the four hamlets that laid on the Trade Way that stretched to the south of Daggerford. The town was named after Gillian Cantilar, the famed protector of the Trade Way. A small and humble town, Gillian’s Hill was populated mostly by farmers. The hamlet was so unassuming, it did not even have an inn, so we slept in our wagons. Lacking taverns, locals gathered in each other’s orchards. The farmers shared smokes and kegs of alcohol, exchanging tales and gossips. Milestone markers, slabs of moss-covered granite with engraved distance to the next Trade Way stop, could be found on the southern and northern end of the hamlet.
16th of Tarsakh, 1492: Liam’s Hold was a friendly little settlement standing on the eastern side of the Trade Way. The small outcropping of buildings was encircled by a low stone fence and metal gate, surrounded by welcoming bright-colored flowers. A sign by the entrance gate cheerily read: “Welcome to Liam’s Hold!”
17th of Tarsakh, 1492: Roadside camp.
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