 | Three days it has been since last I wrote. I have journeyed, not-stop, since then. The mouth of the River Isen greeted me with the shores of the Sea, the gulls above calling; and the light of the West flowing on the waves. The Greyflood River I now follow. I reckon that I am near halfway up it's course. Enedwaith is a strange land. Indeed, if it were not for my tracking abilities; I would be lost truly. I will rest for some hours, before heading North. |
