Back to Ivarstead, after picking up some nyice seared slaughterfish for breakfast. Reheated it over the blacksmith forge. Mmm, tasty.
Well. I say breakfast. It's actually lunchtime. I overslept. >.>
Uneventful trip back. Sorta boring. Pretty scenery, though. Dinner, a rest, maybe a nyap, then graverobbing!
This place is odd. Some guy was impersonating a spirit with a potion. There's a claw door but no claw, spirit guy didn't find it. Killed him with fire, looted his elven boots. They don't fit. Bah.
Back to town to find out about the claw.
Also, traps. I hate arrow traps.
It's nighttime, though. Maybe a nyap on mage guy's bedroll. Looks comfy.
Zzz.
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