Gune had been entranced by a small almanac he'd purchased from a travelling merchant. He understood none of the words, since it was written in a foreign language, but was eager to read the book nonetheless, even going so far as to inspect each character with a small magnifying glass. His enthusiasm could easily be mistaken for some measure competency, as he remained wholly unconcerned with the bumpiness of the ride, the dank atmosphere, and the occasional useless mouth-flapping that some races seem to enjoy.

Thankfully, his emergency food source and travelling companion, Cecelia, didn't have this needless mouth-flapping problem. She was usually quiet and tolerated his existence, and in return he didn't try to eat her. Besides, Gune's longer ears proved he was the superior one in the relationship. Anyone could see that.

Beneath his hooded cloak, Gune's ears twitched at the mention of Mirkland. [b]He tried to recall some useful sliver of information about this dank, bumpy, rain-blighted region.[/b]

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