My dreams are red, red as blood and vast as the western ocean. Dagon’s Reach prods me to wake before I see more. It is too early, but sleep will not return.
And it is better to start early. Sh’Lang is two full days north of the city on foot by the Queen’s Road, in the fertile farming plain between the rivers, among the many hamlets hardly large enough to receive post that keep Dranseri fed. My mother’s people go back generations with this land, and while she often spoke lovingly of sunset views unbroken until the mountains far west, it offers little for residents beyond farming, fighting, and f*cking. It is easy to understand why she left, but if able, she will return. And while they do not approve of my father, he too will be welcome – as will I.
If, as I suspect, Songsteel took the Lucky Penny – if, Tymora let it be not so, my parents do not survive – I will be revenged upon him. it is now light enough to begin.
UNOMAHA D&D 