Blade and I pooled our resources, all of them and managed to purchase a couple of magical rings of protection. Dana the ‘minor’ sorcereress assures us that they will protect the wearer from scrying spells. I have known Dana for more than fifty years and would trust her with my life, but her magic is…well…minor.

Anyway having spent our fortunes on ‘gadgets’ we now have to work our passage on the ship. The ‘lad’ has been in bed for the last two days, sea sickness, but that has meant that we have had to take up his shift. Thirteen hours of labouring a day is taking its toll on both Blade and me.

The sea journey to Land Mark is three more weeks away, three more weeks. I hope the lad recovers soon – and I am going to make him do my shifts.

Sorry about the scrawls – but the swaying ship is having an effect on my writings.