Goblin Diaries, Vol 18: The Road Less Travelled


 

Dusk, 2nd Day of Snow Moon, 1219th Year, Human Age of Magic …

I’ve decided to take the trail that runs north along the edge of the forest instead of risking losing my way in the tall grass of the Plains of Saha’ar. It will be a longer journey but safer, especially if I travel at night. I don’t think there’s much traffic here, anyway, for I encountered none this entire afternoon as I foraged for fruits and nuts within the cover of the trees on the west side of the road.

I was able to stuff my pack with walnuts, star apples, and a couple of baobab fruits. Along with the dried bowfin, I think I have enough food to last four or five days, if I ration it wisely. I assume I’ll be able to forage as I go, and there seems to be an abundance of small game here. Of course, I have no idea what I’ll find further north.

The thing that worries me most is water. I’ve run across many small streams and have been able to keep myself well hydrated since I left the swamp, but I have nothing resembling a water skin I can use to carry liquids with me. My planned route bypasses the Great Eastern Desert, but if I pass through an area with scarce water sources, I might be in trouble.

Well, I just awoke from a nap of several hours and feel somewhat rested. The sun has almost set, and there is a waning crescent moon peeking above the horizon. It is time to begin the next leg of my journey. The Gods of Urgule be with me.

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