From the Journal of Aframos Longjourney, Pilgrim
With notes by Avos Torr, Scholar of Rheve Library
Erevday, Thirteenth Cycle, Seventh Year, 81st Turn
I met a goatherd today. His name was Grotmor Horgon. He was cautious, but friendly enough once he saw I was no threat. His goats seemed more careful, and none would approach me closely. I am usually good with animals, but his goats seemed less inclined to believe my good intentions.
Grotmor did not know of anything I might find to help my clan. However, he told me that a hermit lives nearby. The hermit is called Twisthorn, and Grotmor says that he was a traveller in his youth. He might have encountered something my clan will need.
I haven't found the hill that Twisthorn calls home yet, but I did see something most interesting. It was late in the afternoon, and the sky was a light gray blue. I heard something in the air. It sounded like a low buzzing, but a nest of bees. I looked up, and there was a most peculiar thing. It was flying, like a bat, or a harpy, but it appeared to be a made thing. As near as I was able to tell, it was made of cloth, wood, and thin pieces of metal. There was a central box-like structure, and I saw what looked like clockwork within. I thought I saw crystals set on its surface, but I could not be certain, as it moved very quickly. I watched it fly around me for several minutes, before leaving, heading to the west. Was it indeed a device1 of some sort? If so, who made it, and for what purpose?
Still, I was told there were strange things outside the Desert, and this did not seem dangerous.