Winter, of the 21st day 211 AV
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Sporian woke with the sliver of sun, glad to not be on a dreaded boat with people who didn't know how to speak his language and food that had no good meat. He got up, stretched, then walked outside. "Good morning, my companion! How was your night?" He asked, rubbing his eyes a little. "I had some rather pleasant dreams of great treasures." He smiled