The weather continues to be more than agreeable, and the last leg of my journey northwards was blessedly easy. My room was vacant and waiting for me, and I am settled once more. As settled as one can be when one carries one's worldly possessions on their back, at least. It's not as if I take days to unpack!
A message awaited me upon my arrival, in the form of a tightly folded note tucked behind a particularly loose brick at the back of a building which shall go unnamed. A small company of my kinsmen is camped about a day's march away, and supplies are needed, as well as information on the goblin movements between here and there. That will be my next duty, once I have rested, eaten, and gathered what is needed.
Between my ledger entries and my drawings, I am in need of more charcoal. It is hard to say if I take much pleasure in either, though there is a studied satisfaction when my fingers cooperate with my brain, and produce something that I don't cringe to look at. I still wish I could put to paper, the image that hovers in my mind. But I lack the skill, and so the vision must remain within my head for now.
