Saturday, July 24, 2010

Day Eighty-Three

Lot of supplies just came in with a caravan; and there were a lot of soldiers with them. Veterans by the looks of it, Ashen Veredict or whatever it was called. I'm told the Death Knights keep their own camp in the foothills to the south; but I suspect they're gathering as well.

No sign of Dalfors; but otherwise it looks like the rumors may hold some truth. I mean, the day to day combat here wouldn't make these numbers necessairy, and the supplies would feed the stand for the next year while expending ammunition at a rate of a shot per two minutes the entire time. To put things simply, the Crusade isn't that bad at logistics. Not a chance they'd send this much stuff without intending to use it, and soon.


Geogg is proving fairly adept with alchemy. He's not innovative, not that I'd give him the chance to fiddle with my things anyways. He has strong hands; doesn't drop anything, doesn't shake anything much, just very steady overall. It's nice having an assistant who can actually tell the difference between lichbloom and khadar's whiskers. The conversation isn't half bad either.

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