Cousin! I'm back from Dad (which I think I called Gad in my last letter? That was a mistake. Apologies if you were hoping to compile a gazetteer.)

After leaving Appa I wandered back through some saltmarshes, avoiding crocodiles and the ginormous mosquitoes, heading out to the salt dunes between Dad (again, not my dad or your dad or daddyticklefeet, but the village) and me.

I've always liked the dunes, but those Issachars haven't really liked me. The first one I saw started chasing me, but I stayed ahead of them. I wonder if they thought I was one of those giant bugs I ended up running into just before getting to Dad. I ended up in the village heaving and panting, trailing strands of webbing (some of it my own), ready to find some crocassins.

Maybe it's just because of my time hermitting, but Dad was a bit weird. There were raiders hanging about, but in town they were a bit less "chase the mutie!" than the one I spotted out in the dunes. I did a water ritual with a wormy boss creature, but even that didn't mollify them much. Still very watchful as I poked about looking to find slippers.

I checked all over town in all the chest I could spot and was about to give up and start thieving (which seemed like a bad idea due to all the guns I was seeing in those raider hands) when a Dromad merchant turned out to have what I needed for trade. I traded my sacred illumination of the Geddon summit for the sandals the dog sought (and I got a sword in the deal too!).

Then I headed back to Appa. It was way less troublesome getting back, and after some more skritches the good dog Zaklafesta (sp?) was very pleased and gave me a glowing bug to light my path.

I spent some time hanging around the farmers before another (pretty pushy) pilgrim told me I should head north to Grit Gate, so maybe that's where you'll get my next letter from.

Live and Drink, Klik Fadoo