Arriving in Thurmaster

Arriving in Thurmaster
Date: 11th of May, 1542
 
Today was a mixed bag of experiences. We ventured through the captivating Red Wood, where we were fortunate enough to discover and savor some delectable redfruit. The taste was divine, a refreshing break from our arduous journey. Nature never ceases to amaze me.
 
However, our arrival in Thurmaster left me feeling disheartened. This town, if one could even call it that, exudes a palpable sense of gloom and desolation. The buildings are dilapidated, and the overall atmosphere is devoid of life. I had hoped for a more vibrant and lively settlement, but alas, my expectations were shattered.
 
Barranas' Store mirrored the town's dismal state. The shelves were sparsely stocked, and the prices were exorbitant. Negotiating with Barranas was a futile effort, but I managed to sell some crocodile parts and salvage a small sum of gold. It was a meager victory amidst the dreariness that engulfed us.
 
Our lodging at The Hound and Tails proved to be equally disappointing. The inn exuded a sense of neglect, and the shared rooms were infested with fleas and lice. To make matters worse, the mutton stew I ingested had an adverse effect on my stomach. I should have heeded Maura's warning.
 
Despite the town's dismal state, we were presented with potential opportunities to earn coin. Squire Marlen mentioned various tasks, including investigating giant footprints at the mire, exploring a crypt, and dealing with the menace of rat-dogs. The prospect of these challenges excited me, offering a chance to prove our worth and add some much-needed adventure to this bleak environment.
 
Yet, as the day came to an end, I couldn't help but empathize with Ava's decision to return to Harlaton. Thurmaster's desolation and lackluster offerings make it difficult to find solace here. However, we must persevere, for the promise of rewards and the potential for unexpected surprises lie just beyond the town's dreary facade.
 
May brighter days be ahead.
 
Quinn