A long time has passed since I perused your pages, dear journal. One might think that I had hardly moved at all since my last entry, more than two months ago. In truth, I have hardly had time to sit still and gather my thoughts. Springtime brings about a greater freedom of movement and a boldness in not only people, but wild beasts and the abominations that continue to creep ever closer from the east and south.
My grey-eyed companion has departed to scout a particularly difficult path through the hills to the west, and bade me remain at our camp to keep watch over the comings and goings upon the Road. My worry for him is small, yet ever present. I know he is capable and strong, yet no man is utterly untouchable. Therefore I keep him in my thoughts and offer what humble prayers I dare to any powers that may deign to listen to one such as myself.
I have not had the comforts of a proper meal and a bed to sleep in for longer than I can recall now. I have been promised a respite soon, provided these beautiful fields and forests remain free of trouble for the time being. I will therefore hope to enjoy a mug of cold ale, a soft bed with a roof above me, and perhaps some time to start a new sketch or two, if Fate decides to smile upon me.
