By Daði Mánaskröggr Vébrandsson on
7/25/2006 4:02:00 PM
Our great house traveled to the barony of Dragonslaire to witness the crowning of the new King and Queen. On our journey to the Port of Gamble we were forced with a decision of great import. A body of water the size of Odins foot blocked the path most direct. There were men working the river and for a fee they offered us and our carriage passage. The journey around appeard to be long and treacherous, so our money we gave to the men, in hopes that they were honorable and trustworthy. We waited with many other carriages as the ferryman took journey after journey from shore to shore. Although we might have inquired about being granted passage before other less noble folk, we chose to stand fast until time turned to us. Sunburned and weary from wait, we finally boarded the ferry and set sail.
We went atop the deck and enjoyed the wind! My sons were rejuvinated in the gales that blew past as the stout ship made it's way across the waters. As if the hours of grueling wait and lack of motion...
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