It’s very clear that we have some. And now they know that we know it. It had been less than three weeks since I’d come to Essle, but already the island felt like home. In spite of knowing that we had enemies. “I don’t think we should leave the island…

Ashti’s patients are called Malek (half Iss-Peranian), Priyati (at least half Síthi), Ranaise (as white and blonde as Raith) and Lara (red-haired, freckled all over). I’ll assume that they felt safe enough to share their names some time during work or prayer at the tower. As Arin finished telling his…

She only went to buy a couple of chickens… The next morning I wrote a letter, but with interruptions. I’d found ink and a pen, and carefully loosened a page from my notebook, and settled against the workshop wall with a board on my knees to write on, when someone…

This was complex and engrossing and I’ve probably missed a lot, but the gist is there. Also, I may have ascribed whole conversations (at least the half that’s not Maile) to other people than actually said it. Once everybody who didn’t live on our island was gone, except for Lochan,…

Whee, a duyin house that we didn’t know about! It’s canon that there used to be several small houses, most of which have been assimilated into the larger ones, so this is definitely a normal part of the world. “Ichalan” can mean “the two Guild runners”, suggesting interesting backstory! I…

That was a way to get the gods’ attention that Maile has never heard of. I wonder if it’s something that the twins have picked up in Essle. I needed Lyase-Lédu to find the doctor, because she was the only one of us who knew her way around the harbour…

Edited out much of the fumbling because that was player incompetence, not character incompetence. There’s a lot of stuff that Maile can’t do (yet, mostly), and she does need to do things with her hands in order to think, but she’s not that inept. I don’t know if the tower…

Party poopers are NOT FUN. And having a very unexpected master thrown at you is disconcerting, to say the least. We’re not sure about the letter Maile crammed in her purse but I’m assuming it’s Radan’s. (Not read it yet, though; perhaps we’ll continuity-fudge and make it Never Have Happened.)…

Lots and lots of shopping. And meeting friendly and helpful people. (But still no bellows, so she can’t get her forge going after all.) It was still only late morning when we were back on the island. Radan’s rowers helped us unload the boat: we had more grain and peas…

Obviously, the secrecy about coming here was useless all along. Though Radan of the Dawn — this one is the “famous” Radan’s grandson — is bound to know things that not everybody knows. (Also, Raith seems to be confused as to who the Nameless is; in Tilis it was definitely…