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

[Diana P.]

August 29th.

Getting a mite low on grub, and my purse is pretty thin these days. 
Them monsters and zombies ain't much more populous over here neither. 
Never heard telling of cowardly monsters afore, but that'll be what I'm 
starting to think of them all.

Mind you, there's so many of us adventuring types around that by the 
time a monster's spotted, the poor critter has half-a-dozen of us 
hightailing off after it!  Small wonder they're getting jittery!

I must say I wasn't overly fond of that there boat crossing a few days 
back.  Fair gave me the staggers, it did.  Not the actual sea-journey, 
mind you.  I got my sea-legs well enough and I'm the capable sort.  It's 
the other passengers I'm meaning.  Bunch of rich fools came with a crate 
of wine for the drinking -- well, by the end of the crossing that wine 
was all over the deck, and it wasn't from the bottles it spilled, but 
from their bellies.  I'm thinking if they didn't have the stomach to 
handle the sea, why make it worse by drinking?  Now I like a good mug or 
two myself, but give it to me on shore when you ain't heaving up and 
down with each passing wave.

So in the meantime here I sit with my empty purse and empty stomach. 
Some might think this is a fine life, free to wander and do as you 
please, and in the comparison some might be right.  But a warm bed and a 
full belly would be more to my liking right now.

I'll likely never have a full purse, so no sense wishing on the evening 
star for that.