16 / LS / 4E 201

Or, that's what they tell me the date is, anyway.

Amnesia, they call it, a disorder of the mind, where the afflicted person forgets everything they once knew.

I do remember a name, though.

Auriana.

I woke on an island without a single scrap of clothing on me. I owned nothing that could identify me better than that name; I guess I'll use it for my own.

The sailors were incredibly kind when they found me. They dressed me in warm furs, gave me food and drink, and asked nothing in return. To be fair, I had nothing I could give them for their favor.

Their healer suggested that if I write down the present, perhaps it would cause me to remember my past. I don't know if that will work, but it can't hurt to try, right? Anyway, that's what this diary is for, to help me remember what's happened thus far, and to maybe bring back my memory of the past.

Two days, it took, for the ship to reach its destination, and we barely limped into the harbor with the blizzard that came down on us.

The captain gave me a small pouch of gold. I was to use it to rent a room for the night, and then the next morning, he said, I could start looking for work. It shouldn't be hard to find something to do in a mining town, or that was his reasoning anyway.

So I went to the inn, paid for my bed, and now I'm writing this by candlelight.

It's getting hard to keep my eyes open, though.

Good night, diary.