On the way to Bezia, Steel (re)realized how much he despises water. Despises.
The boat flipped several times, and I almost drowned more times than I can count on one paw.
We "encountered" Niveroni (through an ambush), and learned they (people in that region) have been KZ-Anlage'ing non-humans. We lost Davie in the fight.
On the twelfth day of travel, we saved a strange talking bear. His name is Francis, an awakened grizzly bear who loves salmon & white tail rabbit. He spoke of a "Stoneshoes".