>>5402749Dawn is come to the Silver Marches. Thankfully, you do not have a hangover, though your body still aches from your duel with the Huntlord. The specter of years hovers quietly over you, a painful reminder that you are not getting any younger.
It is a new day. The next adventure is upon you, but not quite yet. Where shall we begin?
>Now that I am moneyed again, I feel the need to go on a shopping spree.>This is a fine time to visit Amaranth and his library. I am need of knowledge.>I did not get around to visiting the All-Faiths Hall yesterday. Thus, I go now.>Is there anything else in this city that will be of interest to me? Today, I explore.>Maybe I will just... lay down. For an entire day. My weary bones must rest.>[Write-in.] 