Just to be clear, Irwen is a girl. Her name is Welsh Gaelic. And if anyone could help me with the accents, that would be much obliged.
From the Journal of Private Irwen Pennoyer, 134th Training Class, final exam:
I've done it! I've reached the end! Six long seasons of combat, survival, and political training have finally paid off. I am now a soldier in Lord Ingeram's Long Patrol. To think Papa had said that I would never make it through. Ha! I can't wait to see the look on his face when I'm given my shield.
Graduation Ceremony
I'm highly surprised. Only about half of the class passed, and half of that are still recovering from the exams. I suppose that's what you get for not being careful… My left arm is in tatters from that warhammer blow. At least I got to see Papa's face. He seemed both pleased and dissatisfied at the same time.
Assignment Day
I finally learned what unit I've been assigned to. I get to join our boys over in Fort Highforest, by Redwall… I wonder how Auntie Lue is doing. Perhaps I should visit her.
Assignment Day (cont)
I'm getting a lot of warnings from my classmates about Highforest. A lot of it is about the humans who live in the town around the fort. Apparently they like to cause trouble for the Long Patrol regiment there.
From what I learned in my studies, these humans are left overs from a failed invasion fifty seasons ago. They settled in the areas they once possessed and didn't ask the locals about it. The hairless cretins stay mostly to themselves. I guess it's a good thing though, since the Long Patrol is there to enforce our laws there.
Shipping Day
I'll miss Salamandastron. For as much as its cramped bunks and foreboding exterior made me uncomfortable, it was still home.
More warnings about humans, this time from Papa.
"Don't turn yet back to 'em." he says. " They'll stab ya an' eat'cha alive given the chance."
Wasn't that what we said about vermin since the beginning of time?