The company's journey through the Lone Lands was unremarkable as the days rolled by. They camped along the way, hunting for food and replenishing provisions by foraging from the land where and whenever they could.
When I write in this little book, my mind usually is an uncontrollable storm, an chaotic sense of fear but also hope. Fun fact is that I didn't write too much about my thoughts, my opinions and maybe that is because I don't think is not that necessary... but this week is an exception.