Fourth day out from Daggerford, and we’ve only travelled 60 miles at our tedious wagon-train pace; nevertheless, the beasts of burden will need an entire day of rest before long. A comely pair of twin sisters joined our camp in the evening, and before long Tegan had convinced them both to sneak off for a strenuous “slap-and-tickle, taste-the-pickle” session. I have a feeling the bard is going to be ridden hard by those man-eaters. He too might need a day to recover.
I’ve been busy proselytizing to the merchant Samardag about Lady Doom, and how appeasing the Maid of Misfortune is the only way to avert bad luck. To better demonstrate the truth of this, I’ve been magically Mending his broken crockery, so that he may learn to appreciate the blessings of Beshaba, klaatu barada nikto amen.