Journal of Guard Laewe during the Winter of the Long Icicles

Day of Endless Trekking

Today's entry reminds me of why I stopped journaling in the first place – boredom. Who would want to read about all the picky details of someone's life? Today I marched. No interesting interruptions, no sign of anyone but myself, loads upon loads of snow. At dusk I made a hammock nest in the branches of a overgrown juniper. I should make Lockhaven in two more days march. By the time I get there I'll need either a disguise or a reason for being alive (and not dead in a hawk's belly) – either way it's not going to be pretty.