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? […]

With Tylorre dead and Arvos tending to his burial, the rest of us return to the bar. Lazra comps us some drinks, and we make the best of things. I take this opportunity to talk to people about a place I remember seeing in old journal entries: Tyar-Besil. Lazra thinks it could be by that […]

Freedom, finally. I don’t know much about it, but I do know it’s a town that’s been settled by freed slaves. They’ve turned mostly to ranching, and the city itself is largely made out of adobe. They sound like a bunch of tough mudders, if you ask me. A bit outside of town along the […]