I begin this day given to me by the lord himself Mithaniel Marr with a peaceful session of fishing at the Eastern Freeport docks, sipping upon a short beer in the early hours of dawn. The area is not so plentiful with fish, but atleast I will make some coin from these old sandals I have retrieved.
From the Port Authority a fresh, familar face appeared. It was my good druid friend Thornymofo. He and I continue to fish into the night, sharing stories, beer and food.
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