Scout's Ledger: 3 January: Andrath

The situation here is more dire than expected. My companion is stationed here with one other, and they encountered a small band of unsavory men near the ruins. A skirmish ensued and before they could withdraw, one of these two had taken a knife to the shoulder. It was treated, as crudely as can be managed in these harsh surroundings, but now the fellow has come down with fever, and the fear is that the wound now festers out of control. The man is too ill to be moved, but his companion refuses to leave him, which is wise, as he would likely freeze to death in the night. And so I am called to hasten to the nearby town and seek some number of herbs that might save his life. I will bring food as well, and collect firewood, and supply whatever they need until this man has passed the crisis. Let us hope for mercy on this brave and goodly soul. I can write no more, I have lingered too long already to record this entry.