Land Ho!

Another day goes by on this blasted boat, but from the sounds of things on deck this should be our last. How many days has it been since we left Nifelheim, war-torn and rotting in the hands of those evil sods that stole our lands and killed our king? Seems like ages ago now. At least I've managed to find myself some entertainment on this rocking hulk of wood. Bren Arosoth, a homeless looking kook with wild stories about the lands far beyond our own is always good for a tale or two (although his stories would be better with some ale in me belly). And Braune of Artois who is lucky I didn't sock in the shnozz the moment we met as he went rambling on about his precious "Lady of the Lake". It's just been a blast watching him slowly run out of refugees to talk to about his lovely "Lady" (again, would be better with some ale).

There seems to be a commotion on deck, we must be nearing the port in Farthen! I can finally rest my feet on solid ground and maybe find meself a good drink.