Captain v and I continued on our way to the hovel of the Rooka elder, she was an odd woman like many of the other Rooka I’ve met but she seems to have control over the soft earth around her. I inquired about the curse that had befallen her tribe, she spoke of animals acting oddly and one instance of an upright walking dog scaling a wall. Such things seemed to odd to be true but with all I’ve seen of late I don’t doubt it though I’m not sure it is exactly what I’m looking for.
I still need to search for the young girl who’s dreams are tormenting her but I’m not sure how to find someone who I don’t know a thing about aside from a name but I will still search as I need to find answers.
On our way out of the Rooka hovel she got a bit fresh with V and he seemed very uncomfortable, even swearing me not to share with the others. The old woman is spry but I can’t wait to see how he handles the rest of the festival.
When we got back to the cart where the others had begun to set up camp they all seemed very sad and quiet. Apparently Bogbean and Bricky may have a tangled past with one another.
I awoke surprised to find a line forming outside my cart. Apparently word of my delicious food had began to spread but because I failed to prepare the night before, I provided poor service and disappointed them. After feeding the rest of the group we began discussing what we would do for the next few days as we waited for the final day of the festival where the party really began.
The party decided they would like to fight in the tournament, an opportunity I didn’t think I’d be able to take. It might be a lot to wish for but I hope I can win and hear my wish heard, and succeed where my father failed.
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