We have been in Ost Forod for a few days now.
The tale of how I ended up in Trestlebridge, and then left with a man I didn't know to travel here, is long and eventful and I do not want to write it down. In my thoughts, it's a safe tale that I don't have to explain to anyone. Once written, it feels as if it's on view for the world, even though it is contained within the pages of this book.
