Entry one.
I should keep record of what I discover in these lands. Perhaps some day the kin of my kin will return to the lands we stay at now; if they have any interest in what nature can offer them, as I will try to teach them, my findings may aid. Perhaps the people of the lands already know of what they have, but nonetheless, I shall record it in my own language.
Within the Marshlands, perhaps a mile-stroll from camp, I have discovered a small tuber that which the creatures feed upon. It grows in the murky mud, a tall plant, the edible parts within the roots. They look as any normal bulb, potato-like, though taste like sweetnuts. I've planted some by the edge of the pond within camp, so to study it's growth habits, and provide extra food should our hunter come short.
Another is a bitter herb that nursing elk and deer feed upon. Should we bring kin to the world, I believe it should aid.
There are few others I do not recognize, but keep by the camp to eventually sort out.
Otherwise, I have decided to observe locals in my own time. From what I can only gather, they tend to stare quite a bit, and decide to make business that is not theirs to have their top priority. I can't say I understand, nor like, the nature of Men here, but I find them curious enough to tolerate whatever they bring.
I'll record more of people and plants when I come across them.
Tan y tro nesaf,
Zaile.
