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Travelling alone has been tedious, but it's better for now. And who knows where the road might take me. The coins were plentiful at that last tavern, enough to secure the next few weeks at least. If only they could silence the dreams... but that'll take time, and prayer. And maybe a minor miracle...
 
There was time I've headed to Fulstead's Hall - bards from all over have been summoned to write about the epic battle Fulstead took part in. Honestly, I'm worried I'll meet someone from the City of Breles
 
Fulstead used to have a bard from the college of valour, and he's searching for a replacement. Not that I'm shooting for that. But there will be a great feast, and the money and the generosity will be flowing. Maybe I can find a patron. Or some friends. Or some peace...