February 15, 1370

Nothing eats you that night, or even tries to. By early morning the sky has cleared, and the stars shine brilliantly. Valdar strips off his clothes and goes prancing off into the forest singing, as faeries are prone to do under such circumstances. The rest of you sleep fitfully, being cold and damp.

February 15, 1370 dawns partly cloudy, with the temperature below freezing, and a damp wind blowing in from the sea to the west. You set out through the swamp, following the river as you did yesterday. You spend the entire day slogging through the marsh, following the bends and curves of the stream. By early afternoon it is overcast again, and shortly thereafter it starts to rain. The temperature is just above freezing.

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