6th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon
Transcribed by King Ismene
“Three. Weeks. Three godsdamned weeks I was waylaid in Coerthas. They could have given me a potion and sent me on my way much sooner… Ugh, my clients are going to be incredibly unhappy with the delay. I’ll be meeting with them later today, and my head already hurts thinking about it. I’ll probably lose pay, but I can’t travel back in time and make those chirurgeons work faster.” You let out an impossibly large sigh for someone who absolutely made this problem. “Hopefully they don’t drown me in paperwork; If there are any more delays, I think Wynn will simply fly there themself.”
— Fyrne