[RPG][FEI][Adv] The Journal of Swainson Hawkestone, Adventurer.

[Diana P.]

January 5th.

It's the New Year and I just left the last city behind.  Leastwise the 
cold keeps the stink of the streets down.  Can't handle them places 
nohow when the heat of the summer aggravates the smell.  Just go in with 
your nose pinched, sell what you can right quick and hope you make it 
out alive.

Down by the shoreline now on the edge of a field, hunting up monsters. 
Gods, but this place is bare.   Good thing I'm in the southern reaches 
of this isle or I'd have frozen my privates off by now.  I surely do 
recollect what a northern winter is like, and I'm in no hurry to feel it 
again.

Mind, it ain't exactly tropical here neither.  Them chill rains wash out 
the tracks a few too many times for my liking.  Like now, for instance. 
  For certain there's a monster or two around here, but damned if I can 
find a trace of them nohow.  Never mind, there's a fair few trinkets 
that folks can lose in a field this size.  Just a matter of digging them 
up, and that means a few more coins to line my pockets.

Cutting this short before that cloudburst catches me up.   Big grey 
curtain of rain coming straight over the ocean, like I need more water. 
  I suppose I ain't going thirsty anytime soon, but I'm starting to wish 
Da had been a shipwright.