I have come to love the night sky in these southern lands. When I first came to this place, it seemed rough and barren, but now I begin to see its riches.
Game is scarce here, though dangers abound in plenty, and those of the horse-folk that try to build a life must fight hard to keep their families fed and safe. They are brave warriors, yet I have seen them show such tenderness towards their children...it puts my mother much in my thoughts, and I miss her though I know I shall not see her again in this world...
These horse lords make me laugh, sometimes. They've taken to calling me "knight of the Wold" though I'm certainly no "Sir". I think they mock me a little, though their gratitude for aid given is real; as real as their stubbornness is. There are a number of small farms dotting the plains between the river and the small settlement of Langhold. Never mind that the area is beset by ruffians, foul beasts, and dead things which will not die. One of the crofters, Folc by name, lives not far from the river and he was telling me that lately some of his horses have gone missing. Folc's wife, Beomia, is soon to have their second child and I could see the worry in his eyes as he told me he would have to set out to search for the animals. I told him to stay with his wife, and I would look for the horses in his stead. The tavern in Harwick has an extra bed for hire, and I am becoming used to this "honey-water" they drink here...well, almost. What I wouldn't give to sit by the fire with Dwimmer and have a proper mug of ale!
I will begin my search on the morrow. If the beasts have not come to any harm, it will not take long to find them. For now it is to rest ...and gaze at the stars until sleep overtakes me.
