Date: 1st Calsar 986 A gnomish woman dressed in traveller's
clothes and carrying a pack awkwardly on her shoulders hobbles her way
cautiously through the busy steets of Haven, she bears a shield with the
symbol of the Knights of Calenn but doesn't seem to be visibly armed.
Slowly and painfully approaching the ferry docks from the red dragon inn
where she has been convalescing, it feels like one of the longest
journeys she's ever undertaken. "Across the sound please, Mr. Eadric"
she pipes at the ferryman, clambering cautiously into the flat bottomed
punt and taking a seat with a relieved sigh. She takes the chance of
the rest to change the wraps and dressing on her foot, trying not to
expose to any other passengers the unsightly mess of her mangled foot,
most of it having to have been cut away after that damned ooze acid got
into her boots... Done with her ghastly chore she turns once again to
the ferryman. "Say there, you heard of Kron, Mr Eadric? They worship
him in the Vale I heard. They say he will heal those that spend a whole
month in his darkness..."
