Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 196==

Well, we're on a ship heading for Valmere, another port city on the way to Czebron.  It's a cargo ship, frigate size.  It's an odd design to it, almost like a Chinese Junk but with more traditional sails, but not quite.  We have been following the coast, and the waters have been calm.  We have about a three day sail before we get to our destination.  The crew is a mixed batch of races.  The captain is a swashbuckling, civilized Kobold.  It's adorable.  Apparently, most people won't take him seriously so he does all his dealings through his first mate, a numbers obsessed elf who's always calculating the profit margins.  Marcus picked out something in the photos while going through them.  There's a few photos of one or more of the other Terrans posing in front of some of the churches, pointing back at it with an excited or silly expression.  He seems to think they're under construction.  That's one way to date the pictures I suppose.  The ones I recognize are the sun church in Wolflake, the warrior church in Wildlake and one is definitely the peace and love church in Aeyllin.  Maybe the university archives were the wrong place to look for the information.  Next time we're in those cities, aside from Wolflake, I'll have to take a look.  Assuming they don't brand me for evil or something.