Ligus, 19 Azaroren 3464

After a respite of only two days in Bashala, we find ourselves on the road once again. It all started with an invite to the wedding of the sheikh’s daughter…

Wishing to honor us for our parts in securing his daughter’s dowry, the sheikh sent us an invitation to the royal wedding as well as a letter of credit to be used at our leisure about the city. Realizing we did not possess the proper attire for such an occasion, we decided to visit the local tailor. Although they were daunted by the larger members of our group, everyone was measured and assured that appropriate clothing would arrive before the ceremony. Left to our own devices, I went to see if the bookseller had made any progress on his translations. Disappointingly, he was unable to locate any corresponding language in his collection of tomes. My only hope is a colleague of his in a town called Faro a couple of days journey from here. He was able to provide me with an Alhfari primer, however, and I am confident that I will be able to pick up the rudimentary workings of the language relatively soon. When we met back at the Simdi, Xavdak seemed particularly glum but all I could get out of him on the matter was “no better axe”.

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Ligus, 19 Azaroren 3464

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