I guess we have a destination now. Well, sort of. We made our way back to Stokewater so we could gather our supplies for our trip and so I could get my stuff. We got a cart and loaded all our stuff onto it, and I did a performance for the Spirit of the Lake Inn as a parting gift. Lyra and Irene went to go do something quickly before we left.
Hours. Me and Lysander waited hours for those two. We had some street food dinner, which wasn't bad. Eventually we gave up on waiting and just rented rooms at the Old Stok Tavern and stayed the night. Would have been nice for them to let us know they were gonna take forever.
Well at least we kinda got an explanation. Whatever. Our trip was pretty quiet today. Set up camp and went to sleep. Travel more tomorrow.
FUCK. THOSE. GOBLINS. Stab me in my sleep, get my stuff covered in blood, fuck you.