We are finally in Gondamon, We’ve helped Dwarves to the north and Elves to the south, however the two groups are suspicious of one another.

A prince is missing, Goblins and Dourhands are making mischief. Tensions are high. It is unlikely any time for feasting, fishing, or other pleasant pursuits will be available until this mess gets sorted out.

With any luck things should be ship shape and Bristol Fashion by tea time. One can only hope.