September 17, 1650, late afternoon Wednesday
Making your way along the road, the clouds spatter rain for ten or twenty minutes, forcing you to take shelter under the trees for a bit ... but it is soon over and the amount of rain does not even wet the ground.
Silute is drawn back quite a way from the river - which as it happens, is in many places bounded on both sides by an extensive flat, three times as wide as the river (a bit of firm ground made a good place for the ferry you've left behind). This flat is marshy, filled with small frogs and bright green with algae. The distant river, as far as you can see, flows very slowly. It is flat and fairly low, this being September.
Silute is little more than a village, with about forty buildings, no wall or battlements at all, and no military presence. It is extraordinarily peaceful, with only one Inn & Tavern, "The House Vilikovsky." Available prices are as below:
The sun hasn't set yet.