Tomorrow morn, I will set off to Celondim with Nestarian. A trader I had met in my time at the Pony. I knew not our cargo, nor what other stops we'd make along the way but I've prepared my provisions all the same. Bjornir will enjoy running so freely with the wind running through his mane as he did in our time in the Mark. I was slightly worried, as I had guarded one of her transactions before. The interaction was rocky, and nearly ended in me drawing my blades. I know that I can fend for myself, and I can defend her alone. Yet I wonder what she isn't telling me. What it is thats so valuable, and what we might bring back. I've prayed to Bema tonight for safe travels. I might only hope things go smoothly.
Soon, I ride for Celondim.
