Phew! Milford is a small place, but silly enough for a fool like me anyway. Between the harvest festival, drunk farmers and the occational demon trodding into town, it's more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Almost, anyway. So I slept on a haystack in the day and made a fool of myself in the Milford taverns in the evening. And so time passed.

Now I'm back in Seahaven again. Lots of new and old faces, and way too many frowns. A fool always have her work cut out for her.