Finally some civilization…where combat is merely hostile haggling. As if the costs of Ahmish silk had tripled overnight! The prices there merchants think they can charge for a decent suit of clothes is deplorable. If I wanted to wear a sack, I could, but a tailored suit that moves with the body and breathes is so much more enjoyable. I’ve even bought some court appropriate garments for my brother (and he’s perfectly comfortable wearing nothing at all!) Some proper traveling clothes and a nice cloak will should put him back in the proper state of mind of his youth, when he was apprenticing the Guard Commander of our father’s closest bodyguards. Perhaps memory can be coaxed by association with familiar things.
Mounted upon regal animals, we make our way towards the next haunted keep on our newly acquired lands. En route we are ambushed by a trio of burrowing ankhegs, which we promptly destroy. We will have to root out all infestations in this valley, both natural and metaphysical.