Raimon's still pretty salty about not getting a free church when every other religion they thought was worth acknowledging received one, but by the time the convention's over he's a bit stir-crazy.  He might not have been glad of a church to be responsible for, if he'd gotten one.  He feels like he's seen every cobblestone in Westcrown a hundred times, and instead of his feet wearing them away they're wearing his patience away.

The convention ends and he picks up a bag of mail and an amount of coin from the bank which he could stand to lose if he were overpowered on the road.  He rides out to Westpool to deliver the letters and hook up with an old flame, and then it's East Rikkan and a couple he drops in on whenever he's in the city, then Egorian in which - it's not hard to get the time of day from a handsome boy in any sizeable town, really.  Though in Egorian he also has to hunt down some poor kid's pimp and that's a whole thing.  He finds the girl a nice madam to replace the unfortunate fellow, when it transpires that she doesn't care to go home to Mother, and then he skips town.

Then all around the lake and onward to Everpine and Belde.  Raimon sleeps his way up and down and up the Hellcoast and into Ravounel.  He can cover a lot of ground on the number of Mounts he can call up in a day, especially with Calistria backing him up so he needn't worry about sourcing water.  When he's stopped in a town, he puts money into the bank or takes it out, depending; and he delivers Watch Out to whatever audience he can pull together (he never did write a better sermon than that one); and he drops in on the Shelynites who seem to have an alliance of sorts with Calistrians (within Cheliax; he has the idea that it's less so past the borders) and helps them out if they need anything.

He likes Ravounel, but he doesn't loop back to Kintargo a third time; he heads down to Kantaria and across to Taggun Hold and then along some less trafficked roads to some less well-connected Menadoran villages.  He'll wait long enough for people to write short letters, if they hadn't bothered before due to the mail route being so irregular.  He has a memorable encounter with orc raiders and throws in with the locals to their bloody victory.  He lets an orc kid who is left at loose ends after that mess ride along with him for a few nights.  Then the orc kid wants to stay with a random halfling druid who Raimon almost, but does not quite, manage to bone.  (It was either the joke about the potato farmer or the druid's deer companion taking issue with one of the Mounts for some inscrutable deer reason.)

He hikes through Menador, has some close calls, travels more on foot and at night than usual because the mountains aren't great for horses and he can't get the spell to give him a mule, though he tries several times.  He crosses into Molthune, since that's part of Cheliax, now, and he's never been there.  They've got mail too.

It has been several years since the convention, now.  Raimon's joints are starting to object more to the constant travel, and he's not listening to them, yet, but he's starting to think about what he'll do when he has to.  A Cure is only a temporary and incomplete solution, and there's not really anyone to stab about the fact that he's cleared forty and in the next decade ten more years will pass.  He goes along the river toward Canorate, on boats half the time, getting letters where they need to be, sometimes writing them down for people who can't read because a whole lot of people can't read in Molthune.  He gets a good look at a nice map and picks up a bag of mail and keeps going.  He doesn't have to stop yet.  He can see more of the place.

In a little village off Encarthan he has a fling with a widower who keeps chickens and grows barley.  Patxi, is his name.  He's got six kids aged seven to fifteen.  The kids don't know quite what to make of Raimon but the whole half-dozen of them love their dad so much it's blinding like sunrise. Raimon would say he loves his mom, if somebody asked him, but he last wrote two years ago and he doesn't like her, not like that, and -

Raimon hugs the coast to bring mail to Korholm.  He picks up another bag that has him going back the same way, through Patxi's village on his way to Eranmas.  He has to stop somewhere for the night.

He gives his sermon in Eranmas, and spends the night for free in a cathouse because the ladies liked it, and he fucks two of the less particular clients while he's there because he's had to take money out more often than he's put it in recently, and they're not Patxi and they've probably got oodles of children who don't even like them.  Why is this happening to him.

He stops at the Shelynites, and has a rather obvious-in-retrospect epiphany about what Shelynites are for besides "having permanent buildings in which Calistrians can do channels" and "romance novels", and endures a conversation in which he feels remarkably idiotic, and picks up a bag of mail and goes home to Patxi.