Journal of Guard Laewe during the Winter of the Long Icicles
Day of Disguises
A lone mouse, covered in snow - a rough cut stave and winter tunic its only possessions – approaches the city of the guard asking only for food, a night out of the cold and help for her beleaguered town.
This will be the disguise I wear on the morrow. I will be a simple woodcutter with some basic skills in stavework to fend off predators. My aim – so far away from any other town and in midwinter – is help from the guard for the town of Elmmoss who is held in fear by a group of barbaric Ermine. That last part is true and I would have sent word to Lockhaven sooner (by bird) if I hadn't needed a reason to partake of it's hospitality. But don't think I'm putting one mouse ahead of many – the Ermine are only bullies and no one will be hurt, not seriously at least, while Elmmoss waits for reinforcements.
I hope this disguise does the trick. In addition to the frosty glaze on my fur I plan to be a cheery soul of the type that will talk for hours on the deeds of their great grandfathers and the fine points of the brewing of dandylion wine. So dislike me this will be that it should throw off the scent.
I will not write while in Lockhaven – my journal will remain with the rest of my gear – outside those gates. I trust not to curious folk to keep their paws and eyes to themselves.
