For about a moon he now is in this western land they call Impiltur. The people had not been unkind and a local farmer even allowed him to work on his land. A way of earning a few coppers and praising Bhalla at the same time. The sight of her shrine while helping the farmer was pleasing. As he worked the ground with the farmer's hoe his thoughts went back to when he reached the falls of Erech. A magnificent view to the western lands, but at the same time a breaking point for any young man of the lodge. A time of leaving the homeland behind for now. His prayers to the Three and the spirits of the land were made and the ritual offering was cast down the cascading waterfall. The wonder of the riches laying down there briefly crosses his mind, but it was soon forced out by a sense of tradition and the fear of the spirits' punishment for any who would dare to go down there.
That was last summer. After following the Great Road and walking around the Easting Reach this is where he is now. A place where many other foreigners gather too. So far there were no fellow countrymen, but neither there were enemies from the neighbouring lands. There is plenty of opportunity for learning and challenge oneself. The spiders were dangerous, but they were overcome. He was worried about the spirit he had seen in the other place. Having to fight walking bones was bad enough, but hopefully the spirit was not offended. That is the main concern for now. For as much as he knows none of the others took or touched any of the spirit's belongings in the room. There is not much to do beside hope, pray and to speak to a ethran or hathran of the Three or the spirits soon. If they may even be in this land. There was someone from other lands who seems thrustworthy, but she spoke of an unfamiliar god. Yet she was very determined in bringing down the walking flesh and bones, but she also left the spirit in peace.