🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Ushumgallu manages to get a horse and reach Faris, where he observes the aftermath of minor damage inflicted on the city by the Calcite raiders; otherwise, everything is as it was.

-- As usual, all the fun happens without me... And when did Calcite become the leader in producing these damned spheres?

Ushumgallu returns home, makes some fresh notes in his diary, and, after thinking for a moment, puts it back. The layer of dust on the furniture is already approaching half a centimeter, and the spiders have grown so fat that he will soon have to greet them by the paw and address them by name and patronymic. He could clean up, but why bother? He hasn't lived here for a long time – he's just listed as the owner, and the diary is all that remains. Maybe if he dies, someone will find it and know that he at least tried to do something in this life.
All that remains is to visit the knights' houses, or rather, to distribute the letters in their boxes.

"Hey.
I hope you're feeling better. If you're ready for more adventures but don't know where to go, you can join me at the Sushin Gates. Z. and Sh. will be with me. We'll be collecting debts and settling scores.

U."

That's all. Time to take the horse to Sugara.