How strange that I was upon a road in Eoe yet my life might have seemed a continuous stream of strangeness to many.
        Strange, not strange.
        I walked along the way which led from the commons to the river road which in Eoeun fashion followed the river closely and crossed it several times I had been told by those I  met upon the waters and indeed even in the dimming of the distance as night now rapidly closed in I could distinguish the low bridge far downstream just before the river curved.