A small book, never leaves her possession, it details events and occurrances to Rea - so she may relive the joy of previous moments again by re-reading it. Some entries are in Elven (donated by a & before the entry);
These many leagues of travel, and the sheer boredom of being alone have made my wits duller. I need to practice with my sword again until I'm competent. At least the journey has kept me fit.
I arrived at a moderately large place called Vehl. Quite dirty and dank, I didn't like it at all. I tried to find a merchant who would sell at a resonable price - but all I got was an overpriced rapier and still couldn't afford any proper protection.
In Vehl, I met a half-orc. Don't know his name, has a perchant for roaring. I tried to be nice to him but I don't think he understood. Kept acting silly, I think he may be retarded.
I left Vehl early today. Going to Hempstead, I hope the city is as nice as I remember.
After leaving my belongings in Hempstead, and chatting for a while with Trent, wonderful fellow, I decided to take a stroll in the fields. I never got to the fields, I met a woman, whose dress I couldn't help but comment on. She told me her name was Sala Stonehill, somethingorother of Lucinda. She urged me to take a half-dozen gifts. I couldn't refuse, she was so nice.
Wandering the city, I found a grumpy old woman who had a problem with the sewers. Curiosity drove me to check despite the smell. A monstrosity called Pipeclogger was there, I killed him cleanly and left, for fear of another bite from those dirty rats.
& I met a man called Green soonafter, I suspect he's a Dark Elf by the way he talks of killing, such disdain in his voice that he doesn't even care to hide. I went along with him anyway, and I sharpened my skills on both a Kobold party, coincidentally the one Trent had talked about, and some rather vicious Goblins.
