Year of the Boar, Ninth Month, Day 12.

I am pleased to report that my feet are feeling much better. I intend to be on my way this afternoon. I have it on good authority from the innkeeper that there is another inn about a half day's walk from here so if I leave just after the midday meal, I should arrive there by nightfall. The innkeeper there is a friend, he says, although the glint in his eye when he talked about her tells me that she is somewhat more. In any case, I will be in good hands, I am told.
I feel more confident about continuing now that I have not had any difficulty communicating and that I have found people friendly and willing to help. The innkeeper thinks that it should be no more than a month before I reach Purple Lightning's Lands although he is none too sure how far the House is from the border. I do not think it matters how far it is since I am in no hurry and I am pleased that I may actually enjoy the rest of the journey.