Arrival in Odessloe

My departure from Rexxentrum was much contested. Mother was against me leaving on my own yet again. I do not blame her. The last time I had left on my own had not ended well. Thankfully, father stepped in and was on my side in the matter. He understands my need to travel, this longing I feel in my heart.
 
Though he has warned me greatly of the dangers that I may face and politely requested I return to them without any further parts missing. A typical joke of his.
 
I chose Odessloe as my first stop on this new trip, deciding that perhaps going in the direct opposite direction from my previous trip might prove beneficial.
 
The journey was tiring but uneventful. I had come across a small party of merchants and their guards whom accepted my company, however little I provide of it. Though I spoke little with my momentary traveling companions, I did overhear the occasional conversation around me. There had been an increase in the attacks around these parts, though this road had yet to become a target.
Something to note and remember.
 
I separated from the small caravan with a word of thanks for the company. Odessloe was as much a bustling city as I had been led to believe. Though it makes plenty sense. Mother often speaks of how the toughest wood from this region makes for the best palisades, though her rumbling of the difficulty in acquiring it has increased in the years.
 
Their provision of lumber and fish to Rexxentrum is honourable work. Though I admit some level of bemusement of their superstitious nature.
 
My initial search of the city for a blacksmith proved both fruitful and disappointing. Though the smith residing here is of fine skill and knowledge, I can yet tell that he isn’t what I seek. I paid him for a decent shield which he had recently completed and suited my momentary needs.
 
It was not long following that I realised I had yet to eat. While I had some field rations in my pack courtesy of the Righteous Brand, they were for emergency use and I found this inn called The Lying Bear. The barmaid was kind and even allowed me a table for myself in the corner, on the small promise that I allowed others to be seated here as needed.
 
She accepted my order for a bowl of stew and left. I shall rest for tonight and tomorrow decide upon which city I shall seek out next. Though for tonight I shall enjoy this atmosphere, it feels almost as rowdy as the barracks of the Brand. It feels almost like home.