Arrival, In "Neverwinter".

...me to do. When I crossed the border, I did so just a day's ride ahead of a merchant caravan. I might have stopped at that time, but I was so desperate for cover from the stifling heat of the evening that I did not. Perhaps now, if I set a brisk pace, I might draw even with them once more. Surely they have tales to share. Merchants always do. I say farewell, journal. -Nirama Threewinds, Bard.