Catastrophy! Tonight's the night we're having a farwell party for absent Zyr, and I took a hippogryph from Southshore this morning. Then the poor thing sprained its wing over the Wetlands and now we're both stuck in the swamps. Driva's dragging the girl on a stretcher towards Menethil Harbour, but I have no hopes of reaching the town before nightfall. Ooh, no dancing at the Darkmoon Faire tonight, only hard labour in darkness. Damn Driva's luck!