Ebbe has just given this journal to me as a token of his appreciation for delivering his wife’s child. It has been a few months since I left San Samasita, although I have been unable to properly keep track of the days that have past. I can’t seem to get the halfling calendrical system to match up with the one I know.
This journey has been uneventful so far. I should be thankful that I have not had to raise my sword in defense of this caravan…but I am bored senseless. Sitting in the back of a wagon day after day is a far cry from the adventures my mentor liked to tell me about.
Ebbe tells me that his caravan is headed to a village called Clearwater. Maybe I can make myself useful there.