The next day dawns bright and clear, one of those perfect days that seem to be made of endless sunshine. As I emerge from the tent and take a deep breath of the rarefied mountain air, it seems to infuse me with limitless energy. I have a good feeling about today. The plan is to head through the woods to Shor’s Stone in order to deliver the satchel of letters from Sylgja’s parents, and hopefully find a cave bear pelt along the way.
But as I contemplate our arrangements, I have to admit to a slight feeling of disappointment that our plans are so modest. This day seems made for grand adventures, daring quests, amazing acts of brilliance and bravery. Hopefully we’ll run into something exciting… well, except dragons. I don’t want to see any dragons. Dragons are scary. For that matter, so are trolls. And giants. On second thought, never mind. Forget I said anything.