East Emnet.

My head still hurts from the party we had yesterday. We had such a great time at that lodge. Dancing, drinking and all that, but this is not what I wish to write about in this journal. I sure was glad to see Tidhelm Icwalsteng and his lovely daugther Eaden again, both I consider good friends. The discussion I had with the old noble keeps going through my head.  He had thought of a new path that would take us to our homeland. As far as I know we all seek to go to the East Emnet.