The first of summer means the first of labor. Citizens of Vashti have migrated in droves of tens of thousands west of the Welson River. This land is absolutely breathtaking. The forests are so lush, the air is so fresh, and food from these near virgin farmlands has flavor like nothing grown in Vashti. For the last four years I have looked forward to summertime with Erickson to learn of architecture and the perks of being a lord. Ever leery, John and Beck began to speak ill of P.

Over the last few days our site has become crowded with knights. Maria tells me I worry too much, but I talked to Norman who tells me that on some sites there is nearly one knight for every three citizens. This captain is the first of the knights to tell us anything about their migration to the west. With a few drinks under my belt, he took me ou.