Ahhh... Lughnasadh! There's nothing like the Teltown Faire! I hav spent the past three days watching the handfastings and the pony races, and all the other entertainments. I tried my hand at several of the contests and even won a few coins. I ate well, but drank sparingly... at least for me.

And now I sit dreaming beneath this ancient oak and watch the tents being folded up and packed away. The bright decorations still grace the tables. They will be the last to be packed away. I must say, as I nibble on another chicken wing, my Celtia Fried Chicken went over quite well. I have kept two lads and three serving maids a-hopping for the whole of the three days. I'd best have a word with those roosters over at the farm. They need to be getting about their business.

The bark of the oak digs into my back and brings me full awake. I remember the Oath I gave in the midst of the full Bardic Circle. I don't know what came over me. Yes... I desire revenge, but that was an out-and-out declaration of war. And pledging myself to Crom? That was more than just passing strange. I was always the one who cheered for Lugh. Ah well. What's done is done. I have sworn an oath and I shall keep it.

For now, I'd better go see what my Rian and my War Chief have in mind. I know they have been shadowing the two who were playing at Crom and Lugh. Perhaps they have heard something of the whereabouts of the outlaws?