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Hallbjorn's Journal, Vol. I
Snowy_Fox
I have never been one for writing. So the Lord only knows what possessed me to make a journal. I suppose it is merely to pass the nights away... life in the wilds necessitates huddling in a shelter through the dark hours, unless you would rather see yourself at the end of a skeleton's blade. I prefer to tackle them when the sun rises, and the sun's rays aid their defeat. Speaking of which, it is getting late. I had better rest, lest I arise too late on the morrow to meet my quarry. :: :: :: :: For some time, I have had a semi-permanent home established, far to the south of the towns. My hope is that it is far enough afield that the bandits won't come across it, but even so I will not grow complacent, and I never feel quite safe there. I avoid keeping valuables in there as well, unless I am around to keep eyes on the place. Other times I will move anything I would sorely miss into one of my hidden caches. :: Now is such a time. I am on one of my expeditions, exploring the shore eastwards from my home this time. I set sail by boat, and had hoped that my wolf, Yrsa, would follow along the shore, but she did not. I hope she returned home and is safe. :: :: :: ::