Duvein Land of Opportunity

I want to correct something I saw in my last entry.  When I said that the peace lasted a couple days, I misremembered it lasted two months (days months, honestly when you get three hundred you forget the little details all right!) Not that I'm sure the timeline for any of my travels is something anyone reading this is really concerned with (take my great geography, if you drew a map from how I talk about this land mass, well you'd have one screwed up looking map).  Still its important for me to note the actual timeline as best I can really remember it.

I spent my first couple of weeks in Duvein resting my ankle (you know the actually smart thing to do).  I even sought the local healer of the town to have it resplinted.  The old lady commented on my poor splint (thanks for that you old hag! Yeah you're long dead but my grudge remains!), she also wrapped my ribs in a cold adhesive that after a couple days made them feel actually better.  Its weird being someone who could steal life to fix my wounds, but instead just letting time and medicine do it.  I guess I don't want to be a total monster (especially after riding with Morley) so I do things like this from time to time to remind myself I am not.  Which really sucks becuase damn if I don't want all my parts working the way they are intended to work (and unfortunately traditional methods don't heal corruption).

With my foot suspended I was limited in what I could do, but I did manage to make money reading and writing letters for the locals.  I was actually fairly surprised at how many people in Duvein had letters they needed read/written (even with my horrible hand writing). Back then letter mainly moved by trade caravan (now there is a more organized mail delivery system), you usually had to give something up to make sure your letter or package actually arrived (it was on the honor system, but if you were found to be holding letters that weren't yours you could be hung I kid you not, people took correspondance personally). Most of the farmer's didn't have normal currency, so they traded me produce or other favors (I had someone chop wood for the inn keeper that paid for a week of staying in my room).

The letter writing actually satisfied another itch of mine that being gossip (I try and claim I don't care, but thats a damn lie I love gossip).  Not only did I get local gossip, I got gossip from other towns.  It was the absolute best (I'll also admit I didn't always read the full letter aloud, there were some statements that were better left unsaid, see not a total monster), honestly despite Duvein being a small town, I really enjoyed my time there.  Hell I still read and write letters for people, though its less needed now, but I do moderate business on top of my selling.

All in all I sad when events took me out of Duvein, as always it was something small, that grew into something else. One of these days I'm going to learn to let things pass and enjoy my own life despite things going on around me. Probably the same day they bury me in the ground.