Dear Ma, Da,
The caravan guard thing didn’t turn out as planned, so I headed south. Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything wrong, but the caravan master did not need me services anymore.
Now I’m livin in this place called Hlint. Not bad for a town, I have done some things for the local militia, but they don’t want any extra guards though, and met a couple of friendly people. Although, some of the locals do appear to be a bit strange, must be all the warm weather.
Life here is much easier in some ways. I don’t have to worry about fighting barbarians, but then again I have ended up smashing skeletons, hacking walking dead and fighting some other filthy beasts. The local goblins also need to be kept in check, although once I thought I was a goner. Got hit on the head ya see, and blacked out. The stupid things though I was dead. So I got meself patched up and taught them a real lesson. There are also some orcs which I ran into, well ran through would be more appropriate. They looked pretty tough, but I was tougher and didn’t even get a scratch.
I have met some lovely lasses in town, and I think that one has taken a real shining to me. I hope ta see her again soon.
The best thing is I have made meslf some good money. I even brought me some copper armour, made of plates and chain mail. Better than the leathers I had before. I also got me a copper long sword. I feel like a nobleman, ha!
Well, best be off.
I’ll write again soon.
Eric
