A Day of Words, Not Horses

Greetings, travelers. Spent half the day trying to get a horse at the Britain stables. Three stablemasters, three flat refusals. My coin must be cursed.

But my luck turned in the tavern! Met a traveler named Hulryung and shared many a tale. A fine talker, that one. Left with my spirits high and my throat dry. Some days, good company is a greater reward than any steed.

• Bjorn