decided that should Lady Azura will it, I would go to Gnaar Mok and at least speak with Ranis's necromancer.
A while later, we encountered a Guar-herder, shepherding a flock of perfectly docile, if not outgoing and friendly, guar (the herbivores with the big mouths). They don't appear to have any kind of discernible sexual dimorphism, but saurids are very far out of my realm of confident knowledge.
Eventually, the road lost elevation until it began to twist through the swampy bitter coast.
I saw Netches for the first time -
the animal, rather than the leather derived from it this time - terrible and beautiful all at once. Their size along with their odd nature makes them difficult to encounter: I am filled with questions that nobody seems to have the answer to, or nobody seems to have bothered to dream an answer to.
The merchant and I reached Gnaar Mok late in the afternoon. She gave me a pair of enchanted boots - they practically shiver and jump with energy, and yet the only explanation she gave me was that "they are The Boots of Blinding Speed". Despite her good traveling company (excellent whistler), I do not trust her enough to put them on. She