I woke up to a thunderin' storm and plenty of miles to cover, but one river at a time as they say. I hadn't slept too well as there were rats a-plenty making all kinds of racket.

Bevan at the gate told me the town were worried about more yrch from the south, 'pparently been havin' a spot o' bother wi' raiders. No mind for me, I were heading east. I stopped in to Skardí's anyways, and sharpened me blade just in case.

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Funny thing about the Stonecrop camp, it's not named for the rocky outcrops thereabouts, there's a chap trades there by the name o' Burl... Stonecrop!

I waited 'til dark in camp, had a spot o' grub, listened to young Ged play his lute, warmed me bones by the fire - knowin' I'd needs must wade through the Greyflood in the chill o' night. Wet boots again of course.

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