Most terrifying of all was the days and nights spent in the Bottoms. Thank our lucky stars to find a castle and the Lord
of Fraddylwicke a most gracious host. The Lady of Fraddylwicke declared a day of feasting when we arrived and we dined and
danced into the long hours of the night. We awoke the next morning, groggy with the remnants of wine and spirit, to find most
of our horses and wagons missing.
The Lord and Lady of Fraddylwicke were ill of use in the search for our gear. We left Fraddylwicke in ill-spirits and
the more of our company went missing soon afterward. Please the Great Father though it may, we can only hope to reach the
plains beyond soon.
