Travel Diary, Day 6
Arrived at place called the Forsaken Inn. Very bad beer and queer folk about but many good stories to be had if you are patient. A passing Dwarf was playing Great East Road and I stopped to listen for a bit. Had to share a lot of pipeweed before folk would talk much.
Got a fellow to help me with my writing too. I would not believe him that patience is spelt with a T but there you are. He told me there are some good views of the road in both directions from the top of the nearby hill, which they call Weathertop. I climbed it and he was quite right; up ahead there is a river of some sort. The innkeeper told me there is a bridge but given the state of the road we shall see if he is right. Many things have not been kept up it seems.
