By Scott Kujawa
Date: 13th day of the 2nd tenday of Mirtul in the year 1375 - The Year of Risen Elfkin
Time: Morning to Evening
Location: On the Moonsea.
Weather: Temperate and overcast.
Addoc found some tubars and wild potatoes and after he cleaned and diced them, he added sage and chives to them. As they cooked, he finished the dawnfry with some biscuits, since he was trying to make up for yesterday’s dawnfry. Aris woke, ate his dawnfry, and prayed to Azuth.
Around midday of the next day, which was overcast, Caerlin pulled up short as she noticed something shining and reflecting about a hundred feet west of her. As far as she could tell, it was white in color but a tinge of bronze could also be seen.
Caer carefully and slowly moved toward the object. As she moved, she kept an eye out and listened closely but nothing out of the ordinary could be seen or heard. She stopped when she got about twenty-five feet away and she was surprised by what she saw. After a few hours she returned and her saddlebags were bulging with some square, or rectangular, or rounded items that she didn’t have when she left earlier in the day. Many of the members saw that her horse was dragging a very tall bone that was curved like a rib and whispers from the members of the Red Shield’s followed after her as she rode past the wagons.
“What have you got there, Caerlin?” Ragnar called out as the scout rode past.
"A rib bone and some scales from a bronze dragon," Caer replied with a smile as she pulled on the reins to get the horse to stop. "I found them to the southwest. I'm not exactly sure what I will use the scales for, but I'm hoping to maybe get a good bow or two made from the rib. I would try to make them myself, but I think that may be beyond my current ability."
Caerlin got the horse moving again and when she was near the caravan master, she stopped and spoke with Jelitha for a few moments. As the scout talked she pointed southwest while the caravan master listened with a look of surprise before she nodded at something Caerlin asked. After the conversation was over, Caerlin continued towards the back of the caravan and she stopped when she got to where her companions are. With some help, she managed to get the rib into one of the rear caravans, since there was more room in them and then she set the scales next to the large bone.
Caer thanked the three stronger mercs that helped herr move the bone and scales before she returned to scouting.
Like the first night, Addoc cooked for his companions, he made a good eveningfast. During the day one of the mercs brought down a dear and Addoc was given some venison chops. He seared them in one of the pans while roasting some fresh corn on the cob.
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