Kogu 15, SP~4,909
7 days out of Naldrin City, somewhere in the southern parts of Ferren’s Ice Islands Sea
It’s the fall, it’s raining, it’s cold, and here I am, a newly designated “Educator” and unofficial ambassador, on a ship heading to Shawmancer Island, 600 miles north of Naldrin City. North! Not the right direction this time of year, but I’m looking forward to a change of pace from reporting.
Bobby told me it was an honor – “Hey, they picked you over all those guys!” he said. But, I know him. He was just saying that to make me feel better about six months of travel.
Truth be told, Bobby was right. It is an honor, though not a big one. The Council of Drawnwyn wants to know more about Shawmancer Island and the folk who live there. But, I’m no fool, and I know the Council wants more than just that. We’re in the middle of a war, or maybe I should say a continuation of a war. The so-called Wars of Sorcery, though the real ones ended a long time ago. This one is just the Battle of Shawmancer Island, from my view point.
In any case, things are not going well. As much as the Six Guilds and the Council hate the sorcerers, they need some allies. Or maybe just a way out of the mess they made.
Yesterday was rain and fog, and a bit of sleet. Today was just sleet. Tomorrow, so the captain says, will be sleet and maybe some snow. One week on this boat and three more to go, or maybe a few more depending on how the ice flows flow.