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

[Diana P.]

September 5th.

Must be a better beast-hunter than I thought.  Been wandering around for 
days and nary a sign of them.  Not even a monster claw to be seen. 
Well, of course the villagers go on about how they pretty near trip over 
the critters, but if I listened to every wagging tongue then I'd  be 
travelling in circles, I would.

Started off for the next region over.  I'm a long way from my chosen 
base, that's for certain, but over there is a war and I'd just as soon 
avoid all that.  I'm no noble to go die on a battlefield because my lord 
said so.  Can't really see the point of that nohow.

So now I've arrived in a nice enough place.  Woods all around and 
mountains in the distance.   Can't say I'm much for the city, too 
crowded and stinking and bloody hot in the summer.  I go for the selling 
and the  drinking and the occasional friendly wench, that's about all a 
city's good for.

If I could find coin in the woods, I'd rather just stay out here.  But I 
suppose I'd have to join the sages for that sort of life, and I'd rather 
take to the city all my days than be one of them snooty know-it-all 
bastards.  Got nothing better to do than send us adventuring types off 
on wild goose chases.  Laughing in their sleeves the whole time, I 
wouldn't doubt.  Bet they each have extra huts just to stockpile all the 
stuff the make us give them.

Now if one of them sages asked me to find a severed hand like I did the 
other day, I'd be right pleased to oblige -- just so's I could slap the 
scrawny little bugger in the face with it, maggots and rotted flesh and 
all.  Now that'd be worth a search!