Date: 28 Juin 2025
Chronicle Day: Day 91
Abercrombie’s recollection, frae the tannery’s rise and the strangers met.
🧵 The Shop and the Stray
Three months hae passed. The shop’s takin’ shape, the stock’s buildin’, and the name Whalan’s startin’ tae echo through Port Macquarie.
Thalia and I’ve been workin’ hard tae rebuild our supplies. The tannery’s near runnin’ itself, and the client base grows, slow but steady.
We’ve taken in a stray—tabaxi bairn, quiet and wide-eyed.
We dinnae ken his name yet, so we call him Cat. He seems tae accept it.
We’ve cobbled together a rudimentary way tae communicate—gestures, drawings, and patience.
🐟 The Fishmonger’s Warning
I went back tae the fishmonger, still chasin’ knowledge o’ whales and sharks.
He said I’d need tae seek passage on a vessel, or charter one masel.
The sea holds secrets, and I mean tae learn them.
🐉 The Lizard and the Goliath
On the road hame, I met a strange pair:
- A green-scaled humanoid lizard, walkin’ upright—called himsel Throshegrisak, or Throsh
- Travelin’ wi’ a Goliath named Kazimar Stormstrider
Kazimar bore a great-axe, ornate and strange—
Forged frae shell and barnacle, adorned wi’ runes I didnae recognise.
🍽️ The Hollow Beholder
Interruptin’ the evenin’ meal, Glyn and I sought oot Throsh and Kaz, findin’ them at The Hollow Beholder.
- Glyn was fair taken wi’ Kaz’s axe—wanted tae study it, preferably in combat
- Kaz agreed tae the scrutiny
- We invited them tae stay at our compound
- They declined—already paid for rooms at the Beholder
🧭 Plans for Prospect
We met them the next morn at the compound.
- Made plans tae travel tae Prospect
- Seek work in the surroundin’ lands
- Possibly push further sooth intae Seven Hills
🧑🤝🧑 Throsh’s Kin and Craft
On the road, I learnt more o’ Throsh and his folk.
- His kin are tanners, like masel
- They use different techniques—ones I long tae learn
- He spoke o’ Belanglo Forest, and a tragedy
- His village still stands, but his family are missin’ or lost
⚔️ Bandits and Blood
We were set upon by bandits—barely survived.
- Held the line
- Made camp for the nicht
- The road ahead grows darker, but we walk it still
“Strangers become kin. Strays find names. And the road tae Seven Hills begins wi’ blood and bark.”
