Itinerant merchant's notes

Praise be to Freya, Our Great Mother!

They said the road was fraught with danger, that sea devils awaited any who traveled it, that a bandit lurked behind every tree.

But I sacrificed a lamb to Freya and donned an amulet made of falcon feathers - and lo and behold, I traversed the entire isle without so much as drawing my sword! And did some damned fine trading along the way - packed my chest so full of silver and other treasures that my back near snapped setting it on the wagon.

If everything goes as planned, I'll be home by tomorrow around sunset. I owe the goddess mightily for the tender care she's taken of me!