A good woman complemented us as we stepped into the wooded village. She
said that we should consider being in the contest later that day.
She was kind enough to photograph us to document our journey here. The
village had shoppes of wood though some were in disrepair. I find that I
must be cautious with my sword whenever I explore a shoppe. Otherwise,
ill-fate will befallen me, and I shall set goods a tumbling to the
floor. The only maps available were those tacked to nearby trees
but even those appeared to be the scrawlings of a half blind goblin with
little ink. Man at Arms Trublood was photographed by many a traveller.
Foot traffic had waned since this was the last weekend of festival at
Hawkwood and the first weekend of festival at New Market Village.
I examined a young
maiden's selection of muffin hats, but found none to my liking. Captain
Gareth purchased a pouch from a merchant lady. We pass a weaponsmith of
daggers and a small shoppe of clothing and come upon a small dragon
perhaps a basilisk caged in the sun; although, I heard someone call it a
iguana.
