The Approachable East, Vol. 6
I must say, for a place with so many orcs and goblins, Thesk is a remarkably pleasant land. A true melting pot, where all are accepted (and quite a lot seems to be permitted). Alas, the crew I sailed here with were imprisoned by the harbourmaster, but I was soon on the road known as the Golden Way. And it lives up to its name. The wealth of a continent marches along this road. Furs from Neverwinter and iron from Nashkel flow in one direction, while silks and jewels flow the other. I have heard so many stories of the world. The Golden Way passes through Rashemen, through the wastes of the Hordelands, and on to the continent of Kara-Tur, a land of empires, dragons, and beasts I've never dreamt of. I am so close to Rashemen, but what was once my dream now sounds so... mundane. Last night I made camp and was joined by a charming fellow. I told him my dream of seeing Rashemen and he laughed. He claims that Rashemen is nothing compared to Thay and invited me to visit the court of the zulkirs. It seemed rude to turn down such an illustrious invitation, so I will see what this Thay has to offer. Then Rashemen. And beyond!