On the Road to Daggerfalls

5th day, 1st ride, April, 1372 DR

This morning saw another fair day with fair weather. I feel so far away from Abaddon on days like this. I woke up early, eager to see what the weather was like, and sat in front of the cabin we had been assigned as I saw the stablehand of Anathar’s Arms walk by, perplexed. He asked me if I had seen someone come by with two horses, and knowing more than enough about what had happened during the night, I told the boy that I believed I saw two riders come down the hill earlier. A little later, Ebon came up to the cabin, and I told him that he better head out with the two horses and meet us an hour down the road.

Having informed Abel of Ebon’s decision to steal the horses, he shrugged it off with that air of annoyance that I’ve come to grow accustomed to, and we decided to head out to the family of Elves that act as unofficial patrons of Anathar’s Dell. They are the ones that raise and keep the tigers, which provide a large part of the protection of the village. We took the Drider head with us to talk to the head of the household about it. Sadly, he had nothing to offer but discomfort; it seems these elves use their tigers like lapdogs, having them in and around their house. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

We decided to ride out towards Black Switch, hoping to make it to the Ruse’s Mage before nightfall. Wren road with me on Stygos until we’d found Ebon. After about an hour on the road we found him with the two stolen horses from the Anathar’s Arms. Not surprisingly Thorim looked as if he was about to bust his gut, and forced Ebon to promise that he’d take the horses back at he first available opportunity. Something told me that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

We passed the caravan of travellers by about an hour or so past the Serpent’s Bridge. I had treated some of their wounded several days previous, so I took some time to check up on some of them before we moved on. We found ourselves in Black Switch at dusk, and settled comfortably in the Ruse’s Mage. Wren decided to do another one of his performances, which was rather good until he decided to incorporate me into the story, and ridicule me until I left. I had to, it was either calming down outside, under a sad and clear night’s sky, or break some heads, starting with that dimunitive elf.

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