Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 217==

Ah Hebiry.  It's been a month or two since we've been here.  The place has kind of an old Italian/Mediterranean feel to it.  When we arrived, a fair was in full swing, so we joined in the festivities.  Some town founding celebration.  A cookoff, some booze testing, dancing, games.  Marcus got on stage and played some U2 for a bit.  The locals didn't seem to mind so whatever.  We had fun.  It seemed that our three newbies finally managed to unwind and have a good time.  Picked up some gossip in town.  There's been retreating tribals coming up the trade road from Wolflake on a regular basis.  First shifters, then wild-elves, always in small groups.  In response, Hebiry's set up a border patrol and are building a manned guard fort, anticipating inbound undead eventually.  They've been petitioning all churches trying to get more help in, but it takes awhile for messages to get around.  In other news, Winterfield has been sacked by the barbarians and they have been cut off completely.  Their new airship trader has been skipping over them and going directly to Brightly until things get under control.  None of the other nations want to get involved since it was a problem that could have been dealt with but was ignored by the king until he was disposed of.