Jevan "Tel'daac Rhaar" Clark - 23 AE
Living out here in the wilds has been so hard. Things that look delicious taste awful at best or appear to be poisonous at worst. There is no bread. I’ve had so many cold nights after failing to make a fire. But perhaps that is for the best. With the wandering bands of goblins and orcs, I expect being able to start a fire would mean i would be dead by now.
I have to keep moving, try to find a reliable source of food. Oh how I miss a nice loaf of bread…
[lots of tally marks occur, interspersed with notes and sketches on safe and dangerous plants, animals, and locations, crude attempts at maps, etc.]