I said my goodbyes to Gethin and headed to Barnavon. 'Twere a lonely walk, windy and barely a soul to nod to. I made it to Barnavon in good time, I knows a few shortcuts, and stopped in to see the hobnobs, Madin Brenin runs the place mostly. He knows I'm mates with Glynn up in Lhanuch so he don't give me too much guff, but the whole place seems on edge to me. I didn't stick around too long, just enough to rest me knees and wet me whistle.