Journal Log
24.2.2550

The mountain pass is steep, barely carved by the few passing footsteps of travelers. Questions abound.
Firstly, were the Holdless responsible for the path on which I've decided to take?
Secondly, do such brigands and miscreants remain within the shadows of the ice and stone?
And if so, a third inquiry: Why have I agreed to trek so far into the northern wastelands?