Sarenith 9, 4709 AR
Abandoned Dwarven Monastery, Darkmoon Wood

We stopped and had an uneventful night in the woods, then continued on early towards the final leg of our quest. In spite of attempts to befriend the elf, I find he is even more prejudiced towards my ethnicity than if I’d been an orc– slipping words like “mutt” and “half-human” into conversations out of pure malice, or perhaps to get a reaction out of me. Still, Keth is aiding an ailing town (although grumbling about that too!) and I will continue to work with him as long as the Goddess wishes me to. The more I think about it, the more I tend to believe the latter anyway. Thankfully Thorab and Liake do not share his intolerant attitude.

Sarenith 8, 4709 AR
Witch’s House, Darkmoon Wood

After a fairly quiet night, we began our trek to the second stop on our quest. We didn’t get attacked by any of the wildlife on the way, though we did encounter some large, goat-like footprints. I looked into the trees above the prints and saw many broken branches, as if something horned or antlered had crashed through them. The prints themselves didn’t seem to go anywhere in particular, and were not in the direction we were headed anyway, so we continued on to the west.

Sarenith 7, 4709 AR
Forest near Falcon’s Hollow

It’s not terribly surprising that I don’t miss Ustalav at all. I found the easiest way to meet people, earn a little money, and get as far away from home as possible was to hire on to guard a caravan. And I did meet some interesting people: Thorab, a dwarven paladin of Torag, Liake, a gnome obsessed with arcane magic, birth and dragons, and an elf called Kethsalar (in spite of spending so much time with him, I don’t think I’ve actually learned anything about him). We were the only non-humans in the caravan, so we eventually started gravitating towards each other by default.