Fifteen minutes or so after we left the squelching of the large slime behind we slowed to a stop and finally detached Kenna from the end of my staff.

It turns out that our short rests are more like little festivals. Crispin prepared food at his cook pot and Olive re-energised us with a tune on her lute. We were feeling refreshed and restored until Crispin decided to stick his paw directly into a pool of caustic slime residue in an attempt to harvest the valuable commodity.

Fortunately we did not have to sleep on the floor. With Eliza’s coin we secured rooms at The Wrangler’s Rest, the best inn in the Reach. We slept well.

Initially we made good progress on the road to Alderheart but it did not take long for us to run into trouble. We came across an overturned cart beset by three Mapach and a Vulpin.

I am alarmed to report that what began as my customary visit to Meadowfen has turned into something much more.