Ches 5, 1492 – (Robyn’s Journal) The High Road

Nothing of note today for the caravan. Missing you terribly. I feed Errdeghar more than I should. I’m not hungry. I sit and watch the camp while running my fingers across the welted skin that is healing too fast for my liking. One more half day. I can’t wait for a bath. Have you already reached Neverwinter? Did you find a way in? I don’t want to imagine you sitting out in the cold. Please be safe.