23 Day Eighteen, Jay
After a full day’s rest, I felt better, and made sure to say so. The throbbing in my hand had receded to a background ache, so long as I didn’t try to move it.
No rider had turned up looking for us. The wagons from the fair hadn’t arrived yet, and by now they would have made camp for the night, somewhere else. I prepared to honour our last evening together. I spent my remaining funds on the strongest ale and cider the Blasted Oak could provide. It was delivered to our room w...
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