Windsday, Winterwary 19
As we traveled the road, Seth spoke of his home in a city called Dawnhollow. There he had friends, family, acquaintances, and a life. At one point he apologized for boring me, but as I had none of those things in my own memory, I found them worth listening to.
When we made camp, Seth showed me the hand-carved goods that he was hoping to sell at the festival. They were