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[singindemonhq]

I found another cottage. This one was empty and gutted, open to the skies. I could see the blackened patches of garden where the burning thatch had been carried by the wind. I guess the Marchers might have done that, but it was old fire. There'd been rain since - or something, the ash was wet.

I'll need to rest soon, but not there. It stank - and anyway it's not secure enough. I am not camping out. Not in a strange place where magic sometimes works unexpectedly. There are large carnivores about. I've sensed their mind-fires a few times and I think I was right about being more noticeable than usual when I'm smoking through. One of them kept pace with me for a while, hidden by the plant life. It wasn't bright enough to dance and I don't know the place well enough to kill it with a glamor, although I could confuse it, all right - it took off after an illusionary rabbit. I'll need food or sleep sooner or later and this isn't a good place to sleep out.