Editing Journal 1: Aid in Lilingbroke (section)

== 22 Lowspring 807 ==
After traveling through the morning, we got to Lilly-Brooke this afternoon. The land around here is so beautiful. The people here have totally tamed their land, turning wild ground into these "farms" where they grow their food. Even after six months here in the south, I am still amazed that the ground isn't covered in ice and snow. We met the mayor of the town when we got here, but I didn't get a chance to talk to him myself. The orks here come from two tribes, camped outside the town. The otorok tribe look a lot like us back home, other than the fangs and green skin. They wear normal clothes, like furs and leathers. Their leader is young and huge, and he looks angry. The Urthagar tribe dress like the people here in the south, with shirts and coats made of cloth, and shoes instead of boots. Their leader, old and walking with a cane, has some kind of glass circle in front of one eye, which I assume is some sort of magic device for seeing things that the rest of us can't. I am eager to talk to them to learn about their tribes and tell them about the Inuk, but I haven't had a chance yet. After the introductions, we retired to the inn for dinner and drinks. One of the diplomats, [[Ian van Montelle|Ian]], is a storyteller, and he entertained the entire bar with a rousing tale of heroism in the last war while our Bard, Aalari, accompanied him on her strange stringed instrument. She keeps telling me it's called a "liar", but I don't understand how an instrument can tell lies. Maybe it's supposed to be a joke? After his story, I got up and told one of ours, the famous tale of Sister Battles the Frost Giants. Most of the people in the tavern seemed interested, and the innkeeper was kind enough to give me, Aalari, and Glendower rooms here, which was nice because the diplomats forgot to get rooms for us. We also got free dinner and drinks for the performance. Another one of the diplomats, the dwarf, was particularly interested in my story and spent the rest of the evening asking me to tell him more stories about the Frost Giants. I was happy to oblige, after all, telling people about our tribe is what I'm down here for. Glendower seems to have found her way into Ian's bed, which I'm happy for because then I won't have to share a room with her and hear her constant negativity. Instead, I ended up sharing a room with the dwarf.