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I see the clouds in I Drann (or the Shire as locals call it) sky as happy wisps, much like its inhabitants, the Periannath. There is an overall sense of perennial joy whenever I travel through the land on my way West, and everytime I find myself with my nose up in the air, smiling at the sight of these wisps, especially at dawn when the golden hue makes way to light blue
So we rode down from the brigand's camp a short time after Parnard departed. Swan-hoof would not have been able to carry Estarfin, so it was Pelorian with me, or he walked home. I would not have the latter.