Fourth day out from Daggerford, and we have only covered sixty 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 have 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 witness and testify to the blessings of Beshaba, klaatu barada nikto amen.
19th of Tarsakh, 1492: Camped at Bowshot. It was named for its location, being a “bowshot” from the Misty Forest when the village was founded. The hamlet was a small fortified and walled village that surrounded the tower of The Holdfast Inn. A sizable field was located by the tower that served as a parking and loading area for caravans that traveled across the Trade Way.
20th of Tarsakh, 1492: Camped at Way Inn. The Way Inn was a famous landmark on the Trade Way. It stood roughly 100 miles northwest of Dragonspear Castle or 100 miles south of Daggerford.
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