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- 1166 Marky's Birthday
06 May, 1211 [6 May 1211]
We’ve done it. Earlier today, Dreune and I crafted a small bridge, which we promptly crossed. To avoid being followed, the Lieutenant bade us demolish the bridge immediately. It seemed a shame to do so at the time, but I can see the wisdom of the command.
So today I write from a camp set on the soil of the Empire of Iuz (for I have heard that the evil one has taken to using that title of late). For all the build-up, there is little to mark the fact that we are now in “the most dangerous lands in the Flaeness”, other than, perhaps, the continuous rain that began earlier today and has continued since. True, it has not rained hard all day, just one of those light drizzles that convinces all astride a horse that the gods truly hate travelers.
Still, if rain is the worst of what have to look forward to in these accursed lands, I will thank all the gods whose names I can remember.
And now, I have to go stand my Astral guard shift.
