Arvos and I hoof it to the closest camp. There are 3 tall-ish hooded figures hunched over a fire, and two dogs sit nearby. Wait, are those dogs? This doesn’t feel right – those are hyenas. I know druids are weird hippies, but hyenas as pets? That feels a bit, I dunno, ominous. Like “Hey, […]

Morning in Silver Springs. Breakfast takes a little longer to be served, since people are too busy whispering about the “River Maiden” (Quandril‘s ship) coming into port. Look guys, I know he’s some sort of hero to the non-enslaved people, but you really can talk/whisper AND make a omelette at the same damn time. Also? […]