After being unable to travel for more than a month, milord Talan and I set forth in the company of Lutolf von Stuafen to rejoice with the denizens of Hidden Mountain. We accepted the hospitality of John Emeris of Ellenar, enjoined also by Mistress Megara di Alessandra.
Twas a beautiful summer day. Green darners danced all over the grass, and spicebush swallowtails perched on low tree branches and the dusty ground, slowly fanning their wings, revealing glossy blue tips. A soft breeze lifted the banners and house standards of Ellenar, Hidden Mountain, and Moorhaven.
I must confess to enjoying a peaceful period of meditation and slumber in the sun.
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