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From the diary of Eleven Bravo
A gravel agitator
Day 8, moving south:
We head out today. South to Camelot.
The lay of the land is becoming more familiar to us. Some can remember hunting in these fields. With the help of the Sinclairs, we hunted and filled our sacks full of supplies. Where are the horses in this land? We learned of the warring elves in the west with the old kingdom in the east. Scouted the lands all around us. Old scrolls we find along the way have been helpful with information on the other kingdoms as well.
"Camelot"
I said to myself today. Our travels are about to come to an end. But I feel the journey is just beginning. How will King Arthur receive us. Surely he must have known we would return? What lands will we live on if we are shunned? We will seek his audience soon and find out.
Stories, and tales of great fleets in the south sea's fighting it out in new warfare. Treaties, embassies, spies, sellswords, the loyal, the liar's and thieves. All of which makes the leaders cautious.
As I am just a lowly foot soldier,
I'm thankful for that.
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