Scout's Ledger: 5 January: Andrath

A terrible winter storm has fallen over the wood. It is all we can do to keep the camp sheltered and the snow cleared, for it falls as quickly as we can clear it away again. My companion has shown his mastery of skill, constructing a large wall out of what little materials are at hand, so that the snow blows over us now, and our ill patient is spared the torment of the worst of the cold. I procured the herbs he asked for, and over our struggling little fire he prepared a tea that was strangely fragrant and pleasing to smell, and has been gently administering it over the wound. He thanked me in the kindest way for my help, but the only thanks I seek is to see our wounded friend restored, and this damnable storm passed by. I believe I will spend this night fighting back the snow and attempting to keep our firewood dry, but what is my life if not to serve these men? I have no complaints.