about the events of the day. Perhaps I am just experiencing culture shock.
Perhaps my day has not been so bad after all.
I think I will speak with the mages. Surely mages will not be as inclined toward violence as egg poachers.
24 of Last Seed
The day began with a thick, low-lying cloud layer and a heavy fog. I hiked out of Balmora toward Fort Moonmoth, taking the high road to the bridge spanning Foyada Mamaea this time and the Dwemmmer ruins it lies at the base of. As I stood at the Fort Moonmoth end of the bridge, I could make out a figure in the fog on the facing side of the Foyada. I waved, to no response. I started toward their end of the bridge, and a fireball suddenly cut through the fog, roaring toward me across the bridge.
I hit the ground and scrambled behind a tree, followed by a salvo of