Yule 28th
After months of relatively easy travel, the bad luck we are due finally caught up with us. On our way to Ampelius, we were attacked by a large group of brigands - or at least, that’s what Lady Yakova claims them to be. I have fought brigands a handful of times while in the service to the Rinaldi, and never before have they been this well organised and well equipped. I have given her my thoughts on the matter, but these days my lady is tired and busy to concern herself such affairs. As long as we arrive safely and quickly to Triskellian, the matter of who attacked us is unimportant. It can be dealt with at another time.
The battle caught us by surprise, and four guards were injured and Yaakov lost his life. While we are only two more days out of Triskellian, I fear our remaining guard would not be in good enough condition to fight if we are attacked again. I will place a notice in the town centre, and hopefully attract a couple of warriors to our side. However, I fear in a place such as this we will get nothing but young boys and old farmers with wooden swords. But any help is better than none. At the very least, the numbers may give the illusion of strength and ward off any opportunists.
As well as relief, I am also nervous about our return, and Lord Mordechai’s reunion with his parents. I think they don’t understand the extent of his illness. They will find him a changed man, an utter shadow of his former self. Fortunately, Lady Yakova has convinced him to wear a bedsheet, so he is no longer travelling the highway in his undergarments. The doctor fears the cold weather will make him ill, but he has so far remained in good health. Hopefully, we reach our destination before the snow sets in. I have heard talk of a large ball commemorating his arrival home, but I fear he will be in no condition for the festivities.
May S'allumer watch over us and protect us.
Meira
After months of relatively easy travel, the bad luck we are due finally caught up with us. On our way to Ampelius, we were attacked by a large group of brigands - or at least, that’s what Lady Yakova claims them to be. I have fought brigands a handful of times while in the service to the Rinaldi, and never before have they been this well organised and well equipped. I have given her my thoughts on the matter, but these days my lady is tired and busy to concern herself such affairs. As long as we arrive safely and quickly to Triskellian, the matter of who attacked us is unimportant. It can be dealt with at another time.
The battle caught us by surprise, and four guards were injured and Yaakov lost his life. While we are only two more days out of Triskellian, I fear our remaining guard would not be in good enough condition to fight if we are attacked again. I will place a notice in the town centre, and hopefully attract a couple of warriors to our side. However, I fear in a place such as this we will get nothing but young boys and old farmers with wooden swords. But any help is better than none. At the very least, the numbers may give the illusion of strength and ward off any opportunists.
As well as relief, I am also nervous about our return, and Lord Mordechai’s reunion with his parents. I think they don’t understand the extent of his illness. They will find him a changed man, an utter shadow of his former self. Fortunately, Lady Yakova has convinced him to wear a bedsheet, so he is no longer travelling the highway in his undergarments. The doctor fears the cold weather will make him ill, but he has so far remained in good health. Hopefully, we reach our destination before the snow sets in. I have heard talk of a large ball commemorating his arrival home, but I fear he will be in no condition for the festivities.
May S'allumer watch over us and protect us.
Meira
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