Jay

We reached High Wenn later than we’d planned. The rain slowed us, and each day’s journey stretched longer to compensate. As we crossed the bridge by the Green Man, the heavens relented, and the rain held off long enough for us to stable the horses and make camp. Then the clouds tipped again.

The Llann and Seagen had already arrived, so the best pitches were taken. We settled for a spot that was nearer to the tavern and the river than we’d have liked; but...