This Lord Gallo person seems a good fellow. I’m getting ahead of myself.
We managed to escape on horseback pretty successfully. There were riders behind us, but they didn’t seem to catch up. We found a forest that Dakers said was where they harvest pitch. Well let me tell you, it’s certainly a good place for it; the place was literally dripping with the stuff. After my companions had one of their, now almost routine, episodes of speaking in tongues, we got through unhurt, though very sticky.
Commander Heritage met us on the other side. (Was he waiting for us?) After a few more days of riding, we made it to a wonderfully defended fortification.
Now comes the difficult part.