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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3531254" data-attributes="member: 18108">Days on the RoadMost of my time on this journey has been spent in prayer to Yelmalio. I hope for events to relieve the boredom of our travels, for the chance to prove ourselves in battle, and for more interesting travelling companions. So far the Sun Lord’s attention has been elsewhere when I make my entreaties to him.Hoisin has tried to interrupt my prayers several times, having little idea of what dedication to one’s deity truly involves. It is a personal thing, not just to be observed on holy days and during feasts and celebrations. I have found little sign of culture in that one, or his friend Liverpate, who apes his sponsor in many things. Lorange is obsessed with books and strange lore, asking pointless questions of any who will answer them while Khaki spends much of time glaring and staring at any who even glance her way. Munias worries at his cargo and the route, Dyllon is in a far away place and the servants say little. At least my horse listens sometimes.Our employer has decided that we must learn the tongue of the trolls and their kin, preparing for the lands which lie ahead. He and his servants refuse to speak with us much of the time, unless in Darkspeech. One of the drivers has taught us some interesting rude words, but Munias has been unimpressed, requiring a wider vocabulary. There are better ways to be taught a tongue, than to be exposed to it by those who barely speak it themselves.Our wagons carry trinkets and gems, as Murias hopes to establish a trade route for spider-silk, which he hopes to purchase in the troll settlement of Crabshell, our destination. Details about the actual town are few and far between, but the merchant-priest appears confident of us reaching some sort of agreement.The highlight of our journey so far has been a horserace, won by a lucky Hoisin for no reward but pride. The towns and villages of the trail have dwindled to hamlets and lone farmsteads, as we grow further from the civilisation of Johnstown. A few days ago we joined a larger caravan, comprising mostly of simple folk, farmers, teamsters and pilgrims, banded together for protection. Many worship the Sun Lord, but not in the same manner or with the same fervour as myself.Our wagons have left the larger caravan for the moment, as we made a detour to a system of caves known as the Rainbow Mounds, near to the village of Apple Lane. Hoisin and Khaki guarded the wagons and servants as the rest of us entered the caves. The two of them had been here in the past, and the priests of Dala-Fel refused to let them enter a second time. We avoided contact with the newt-men who inhabited the area, instead partaking of strange mushrooms said to expand the mind of the user. Apart from a burning pain in my head, they had no affect on me. Liverpate and Lorange were more wide-eyed and seemed somehow blessed as we returned to Apple LaneNow we head after the main caravan, to continue the monotonous journey toward troll lands.</blockquote>

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