pick up bread from bakery
parsnips
mushrooms
mutton
brandy, six bottles
2 jars pickles

((written in a different hand in the Lumi-kieil:))

A poem Syllea wrote in dedication of Egfor, someone she is growing fond of and feels she is gaining a friendship with.

A strong man,

From the outside.

But full of sorrow and grief,

There are a lot of things you take notice of in the Pony when you spend as much time there as I do, sitting by myself or simply standing at the counter as I drink my tea. The things that people let slip to their friends when they are directly beside you, or the way they think they are so subtle about excluding people they dislike from a conversation. I've also come to learn far too much about some of the relationships and friendships about strangers I do not know.

Lusseriel was wandering around, scouting a bit, when she came closer to the marsh banks and decided to stop there for a little bit.

She took her notebook out of her backpack and started writing.

 Syllea skips into the Prancing Pony, expecting it to be any other day. Full of mischief, laughing, and maybe some writing. Seeing Demlemoth not in his usual spot by the stairs she set herself down there.

It had been some few days since everyone had returned to the Island of Tol Lochul,  Addiela and her group from the Memorial for Septimal Caine and Xandilif and her group from Breeland and the quest for Catalinna.