23rd of Ferventis When I set out for the capital of Rivain, I did not anticipate arriving in the middle of a little provincial festival. The streets are thick with fishermen and farmers coming in from the countryside for some gathering. Rural life apparently breeds fierce rivalries. I've seen more than one fistfight erupt in the square outside the inn. And do they call this music? Excellent wine, however. It must be Antivan. ... 26th of Ferventis Find out who's sleeping on top of me. Bring more robes next year. —From the diary of Beskorus of Vyrantium, 9:32 Dragon Age