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Why hello there, Eire. Or, parts of Eire, anyway.

Five days into riding the boat from Floran to Razen and it's... Well. The appeal and charm of sailing is lessening day by day. How I will survive going back, I am still not sure. Not that it's horrible or anything, or that I'm growing seasick, but it's just...

They won't let me help ever since I accidentally, uhm, "got rid of" a crate of rice. Not on purpose, it just... sort of slipped off the side of the boat.

Oops?

So I spend most of my time in the cabinthing, writing. In another book, obviously. I sort of forgot I had this one for a while.