Catherynne

Cedwyn smiled at Bil as she approached him.

"Morning Bil, everything fine with the delivery?"

Bil looked up from inspecting half-a-dozen newly delivered barrels that were situated on the grass, just outside the entrance to The Thirsty Boar tavern, in Hamglen.

"Aye, Miss Cedwyn," The barkeeper replied as he brushed some of his long black hair to one side. "It's the strong ale that was ordered.  We also have another three crates of wine too."

I think I have been having too much merriment lately. Since the others left for Gondor things have been quiet here, I have been passing my time around The Thirsty Boar, looking for recruits, spending time with the rest of the company and of course Cedwyn and Averick. It’s a good life, one could not ask for more, unless that one was a fool.

It’s a week now since we returned from the small hunting trip with Dimheim and the Fist of Steel Tournament. Both went very well. I think that my tournament was the only fighting tournament that was concerned for the participants’ welfare than any other in history.

[The script is the same as before. Again, each log is a new page, and again there is another torn introductory note that reads:]
 

We have been speaking plenty in person, now that you have recovered from your fever, so much of the stuff I would otherwise write in a report to you feels redundant at best. Still, I have found that there is much to say.

Look at this! I haven't seen this journal for years. How time passes. Now what to write, well, I am already writing but nothing of importance. Let's try and write about the latest happenings. How do I start? From  the start. Let's see...