Awoke this morning and during my ablutions I discovered I had been bitten by something. Such is life in the outdoors.
On a similar note, we also received a messenger from Moglen. A different type of pest.
I know – how uncharitable of me. Probably the irritation factor of that bite unsettling my equilibrium.
Lyle was commanded to accompany the messenger back into the city. He went freely. After I argued with him. That bite again.
I kept busy in Lyle’s absence. I had to change our original plan of trying to find a more direct route down to the desert. Instead I stood with Grazie and selected seed for planting.
In times like these, I really miss my walled courtyard.
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