Friday, May 16, 1650
The Riss is a good wide river, a good fifty yards, and requires a ferry to cross, particularly for the donkey. The ferry will be another five c.p., each. This, too, I presume the party is able to manage.
Which brings me to the important element of this post. As the party is crossing the Riss, and three quarters of the way, Delfig notices something odd moving in the water, about seventy yards upstream. It is moving perpendicular to the river ... but it is not for another few minutes that you can be sure it is something swimming, and its head appears to be held above the surface. It is moving faster than the raft, striking straight for the shore.
As it moves ahead, it becomes indistinct again ... until it climbs out of the water, at about the point when the ferry is about to reach the opposite dock.
It is a white stag.