My itinerary last night: Respond to the Ravens’ call and go to the Boneyard. Go see a Svartalf about some politics. Go check on some folk in the Nine Realms and avoid an obvious trap. Then end the night in the Nagalands because I think I’ve had more than my fill of drama, and I do need to practice being calm.

I’m sure there is a homily about well made plans and how they go awry.

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