Monday 5 December 2011

Moving on from Saltley

It was nice these last few days, as word of the demise of the Gallam End gang travelled around town so did the stories of our victory.  It's a small but really heart-warming kind of fame, as it's only the traders from the north of town who recognise us, and they've treated us so well.  We had dozens of little 'thank-you' rewards, mostly food or equipment, but some cash gifts.  One even offered Kenner the hand of his daughter in marriage.  Kenner couldn't accept that, though it would have kept him here - which is what we suspect the trader wanted.  His daughter's eyes never left the tall warrior all the time they were with us.

My friends normally travel light, but the extra food supplies (fresh food mostly) and equipment, which is mostly ropes, poles, lanterns, oil, hand tools and such, meant we had to buy a mule to help carry it all.  Elenhugh was pretty unhappy at this, as it will slow our journey, but we can sell most of the gear, including the mule, when we reach Sparren Marsh, the day after tomorrow.  The objective is to try and eat as much of the fresh food as we can before we get there too.

We've stopped for a light lunch, which today consists of a generous slice of pork pie with bread and some delicious butter, followed by a generous slice of apple pie.  Trail rations like this leave me wishing the journey was longer.

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