Fall Festival is in full swing! When I first left home and ventured to Dundee, I found so few adventurers active in their daily pursuits. I was assured by the few I had met during those first several turns that come Fall Festival many would wake or return to the lands that had ventured afar off. They were correct - and then some! So many have woken or returned I've had a hard time keeping up with their names. But, I've met a young woman, Viviyana, who seemed as uncertain as I was when I first stepped out of the training grounds. I'm sure she will find her footing. After all, she bore the marks of the Iron Order.
Speaking of the Iron Order, I've heard talk around the town that the castle in Dundee has its portcullis closed. I wonder what is going on there. It's been freely open to all who wander since well before my time as an adventurer.
Oh! I finished my training in the ant hills! I think spending time down in the desert was really wreaking havoc on me. I couldn't think straight, couldn't focus, couldn't hold a decent conversation! I went to Bo to ask for her hand in blessings so I could train faster but I was so easily distracted by whatever was going on that the entire conversation got away from me. Instead, we talked about the how of her powers, and she took a moment to sense how I was doing. She said I was fine. But I was exhausted. Constantly. I don't know. Maybe it was just the desert air. Maybe being around the ants was causing some sort of reaction.
Either way, I was a bit shy in asking her for blessings. We haven't really talked about how extensive our trainings are in our chosen professions, and I didn't want to put her in a position to be ashamed or displeased. Besides, there is more to a profession than blessings or lightning bolts, salves or lockpicks. And our friendship has never been focused on our roles in society. No, our friendship has taken on a quirky nature. We discussed our ideal burials within the first several turns of knowing each other! If I recall, hers had to do with a mountain side and possibly fireworks? Maybe that was mine? To be honest, journal, it's hard to keep track of conversations in my old age. I guess this is what getting old is all about. I guess this is what having a journal is for.