Oscar
As we waited for a passing person to bring the canoe, Ygnas convinced one of the supplicants to devotre his life to St Anya instead of giving up everything to become a candle. He went off to devote his life to St Anya. The rest of us split up what proceeds we had gathered and returned to our own affairs for some time. The tower of abraxus would have to wait.
I returned to Westkeep, trading in grain futures and making a small fortune. Feverborne continued his herbal regimen, looking noticeably healthier. Rumors in Threshold of a new mercenary group, “The Cult of Cal”, began to circulate. Disappearances began to spread, and by winter, even the nobility in Threshold were losing people.
