I woke up in the iron cage again....damn that orc, I was so close to escaping this time.
They beat me senseless and made the others watch, It's not the first time but I promised Nime and Ber I would never leave, and I need to get back.
They are making us work in some old mines, I can't dig, not after losing my arm, but I can still push a mine cart, but I'm starting to get slower, the others are used to living off scraps, but I need more to keep my strength, the whips don't help, my back isn't healing, and the gash shoulder keeps breaking open.
Damn them....I should never have gone out alone, It's my own fault I'm here.
Molly's dead, Poor girl.....she was a good dog, the best one I ever had, I told her to run with the others but she wouldn't leave me to fight alone, I'll miss her, I bashed the basterds head in, Lost my sword when they got her, I pulled the metal arm Embeth forged me off and used it as a club, then everything goes blank, something hit me in the head and I woke up in the corner of a slave wagon,
I will get home....I can't break that promise.
