[This morning, there is a series of images appearing in the journal. Nothing more, nothing less. Ask what's going on, and you'll probably get more of the same. Luceti is a strange place, isn't it?]
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[Guy takes the cup -but is it really safe to fill it straight from the river?- and hesitates. What doesn't he understand? Did it have something to do with why he drew the map instead of writing down directions or asking plainly?
Maybe he needed smaller words. Guy presses his palm flat against his own chest to indicate himself.]
Help.
He glances sidelong at Guy, shifting a bit closer to Sigmund protectively- not from Guy so much as everything. He does nod in agreement, glancing at his lord. Guy is here to help, and he's trustworthy. He's not sure how Sigmund would need that to be conveyed.]
This means nothing to me.
even more than usualnormally? This isn't going to be easy by any means. Edward frowns uncomfortably for a moment, then takes the journal and jots out a little drawing of the house, with an arrow pointing to it. They should get going and worry about this later.][So much for his stalwart defense of his own intelligence.]
Guy had darted off for a moment to go fill the cup as requested and returns to see that they are misunderstanding each other. He holds the cup out for Edward to take and shakes his head.]
Maybe we should just get moving. We can try to figure out what we're all saying somewhere warmer, at least.
My lord, Guy is right. Whatever is afflicting you is probably temporary, so you should rest more comfortably at home.