Year of the Boar, Ninth Month, Day 17.

This travelling seems endless. What I would not give for a pipe; at least I would not notice the days slipping by as we rode. We have finally crossed the border back into Dying Crane. I have insisted we rest briefly because I tire of walking the horses so slowly that we do not lose Nanami. We will wait a while for her to catch up and when she does, I will insist she gets on a horse or I will slap her senseless enough to put her over the back of one regardless of what she wants. I need to get back to my House.