Ice Partridge At Last

We’ve headed steadily south down the mountains and back towards Malgage, without any major incident on the way. Once back at the castle I did finally sample their ice partridge. What a flavoursome dish it was too.

The castle cook took great pride in telling me that nowhere on Methtintdour does this meal taste as good as it does here. Something to do with the fresh water that it steams in apparently flowing from the icy heights and mixing with herbs and minerals on its way he claimed. However, I thought it more to do with it being a fresh caught bird, and not one that had been left lying about for a while!

Whilst wandering around the local shops at the castle, I’ve been asking about, and hearing more of, the mysterious Island just off the mainland in the Estensea. Common knowledge is that there is history on there somewhere, but no one knows where exactly. That is were we’re heading next.