These fresh pages will hold many interesting things over the course of the life of the journal and the Man who writes within it. They may also hold certain items gained from others, or kept, keep-sakes as it were.
I say this, in worded lettering upon parchment as, eventually this journal will be found from my corpse. Or, taken should I find myself behind bars. So to those with the big nose who read words. I offer greetings.
I hope you're entertained by what will come next. And if so appalled by the content? Well A problem for you. Not for me.
But so you have a warning, fair and true before continuing these pages. In the last Nine Months. I have killed, broken, bargained with, bribed, and dug my way into the lives, or deaths if they were part of the former list's beginning, of Thirty Seven people, though this may not seem a great deal compared to the lives I took in battle as a younger man, or raids as an aging man.
I believe the numbers, and the names to those numbers, you will find interesting.
