Eerduz and I had the skipper of the Silver Pentacle turn her sails due north upon leaving Dracarta. She was dubious, but complied. A few days later, we set down in the frigid land of L’Haan, in the city of Rhin.
Eerduz was certain that we would be able to convince no less than the Snow Queen herself to pose for us. I, on the other hand, am a realist. Within the week I had found L’Nalla, an alchemist of no mean skill. Her prowess in the forging of adamant is second to none, as is her beauty. She is also very good and keeping thin blooded Cymrilians warm at night. But I have said too much…