Let all happenings, thoughts, and feelings of mine so forth be recorded in this book, for the record of whom I am unable to surmise. I have incurred debt on the part of a Lord, and so had been charged with the safe passage of his daughter to and from a festival in Frichosia. I had expected to be entrusted with a noblewoman, yet a troublesome child was thrust into my hands. I suppose it doesn’t matter.
I felt as though something significant was to be paid mind in this city. I have little interest in politics, even less vested in drunken foolery, but the meeting of kinds here was to be a fateful occurrence, or so I felt had been exaggerated to me. It was my intention to remain entirely inconspicuous, yet no sooner had I finished threatening a lecherous snake keen on my charge, did I find myself amongst a slaughter of Orcish thugs, and it is with every ounce of honesty that I profess, I do not know how I came to be involved.
Now it seems I have been collected for a greater purpose, and the whisper of the wind tells me it is in my interest. I will learn more on these matters, and consider them in a later entry.