"Entry № *****. Untitled."Day…? Let's call it the First.Weather's brisk. A light frost, crisp moss under boots, the smell of wind.The sun's trying to break through the clouds, but it's having a bad day. We have that in common.Found an abandoned watch hut near the northern trail. Roof leaks, stove hisses, but the walls are standing. I'll live here for now.
Supplies:✓ Weep-root - 3 pieces✓ Flatbread - 1.5 (the other half got eaten by a magpie; I smacked it on the head with the loaf for that)✓ Ink - running low
Could've gone to the village. Said hello. Asked for salt or coal. I won't. They'll start asking again, where I'm from. Why I'm alone. Why I look so… grim.I'm not grim. Just have a face like a castle guard in the cold. I tried smiling, it got worse.