Finally, we have made it back to something that at least resembles civilisation!
Violet is healing nicely and is once again well enough to shoot his bow accurately and as swiftlyas before. The various other injuries of the party have been adressed and are also coming along well. Even Blaecwyn with her broken ribs is seated more comfortably in her saddle than she was previously, although a part of me suspects that it is more a show of strength for the benefit of the others than any true measure of wellness. Stubborn as she is, she fought through the pain to help keep the rest of us safe every step of the way back. Personally, I think she is stupid for doing so, but she insists that for as long as she still has use of her arms and legs she can and will fight alongside her men.
We will once again rest in this odd little village for a few days, giving our mounts and ourselves time to recuperate from the harshest part of our journey. As yet, though, I do not know where I am bound.
I could go back through Breeland alongside my companions and, whilst there, visit those I have not seen in what feels like forever. However, I have not yet heard from Baradar and I am more than a little concerned for his wellbeing. If I do not hear from him by the time we have made it back to Esteldin, I fear that I will have to set out alone to track down my friend.
