13 Dohála 2371
We approached Linyaró. It looked like a pretty town with houses painted in bright blues, greens, and yellows. A crowd gathered on the dock as we grew near. They called out in Livyáni that we should leave immediately. They said that they were afraid of the plague (even though we’d heard that it had been years since the plague had visited that city). They also called out saying that the Mu’ugalavyáni were there, but would not come to the dock. So many excuses, and they were so vehement. Mridék called out that we were in need of water and supplies, but they would have none of it. We were told to continue along the coast and forage in the abandoned orchards. We may never know the reason for their strange behaviour as we pulled out to search for supplies along the coast.
About 25 tsán north of Linyaró we found a small landing with a ruined rowboat tied to it. A fortified house stood near some woods with firewood stacked outside. Everything was very dry. Vakúlaz pulled the ship in as close as he could. Then Tékuna and one of the Shén rowed ashore. They later reported seeing bodies long dead in the house, but nothing more. We anchored here for the night.