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Septrem Eleventh, Very Early Morning

Just when you think things are going better… we had hit the road, and there was plenty for the kids to do… what with playing with the gipsy children and all… music and laughter had by all… things come crashing down once again! I have to stop looking for a bright side. It is only depressing me. Oh well… many people will tell you that fact is stranger than fiction. In our case, life is more surreal than the most intricately woven fairytale.

Last night, we were attacked by several bandits and Hissians. It certainly did not go well. Granted, most of us got out of the attack with our lives, but others were not quite so lucky. Much of the damage to the wagons and equipment was repairable; thank Fatunas and his blessed luck. We did lose our horse though… it appeared to have been spared from the attack only to be chewed on by some creature. Disgusting if you ask me.

During the attack, I recognized a sound… it was the music of an instrument with which many a bard is familiar. What a gipsy was doing with Valinyr Tyrelli’s violin is quite beyond me though. I will make a point of speaking to the young girl on tomorrows walk. For now, we all need rest, though sleep may be very slow in coming.

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