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[Lum's Travel Guide] Braemar (#2 in a series)
Departing Kingsport I chose the coastal track that meandered south. It took me past North Ravenswood, Northmarsh and the Mysterious Swamp; then on past Southmarsh until finally it split in opposite directions at the foot of a large mountain range. I chose the right path, which took me towards Braemar, my destination.
It was a strange, eerie feeling to finally arrive at this place that I had heard so much about but never seen. I was thirsty and, I'll admit, somewhat in need of courage, so I ventured into the local tavern. Although we'd never met, I recognised Maeread the Barkeep and greeted her with what must have seemed an odd enthusiasm, which was not reciprocated. I purchased an ale from their last remaining keg and started chatting to the locals.
The air of doom and misery in this small town greatly exceeded that which I had encountered in Kingsport, and my conversations revealed why. They were cut off from the rest of the island by hordes of undead, and I realised how lucky I had been to make it here without being attacked. Albert Halverson, a merchant from Owl's Head, felt sure that he would never return. Others were less communicative. Karl Rognoff, for example, had decided to take refuge in his drink and refused to talk at all.
The innkeeper seemed to be the most upbeat about the situation and waxed eloquent about his locally brewed concoctions. Several people in the town saw a glimmer of hope in the fact that I had arrived unharmed and made a number of requests when I offered to help. I noted their requests in my journal, and said that I would do my best to assist.
First, however, came the reason for my trip. After bidding the locals farewell, I backtracked and turned sharply just past the town fence towards the local cemetery. There I found Jenny's family crypt, and removing her ashes from my backpack I placed them gently inside.
The journey from Solace Bridge had been a long one, but her dying wish was now fulfilled.