“Lorkus, 12th of Solaurin (I think)
My name is Rune Shine. If you are reading this and you aren't me, chances are I've died trying to find my way back to civilization. And if I'm not dead, I'd really appreciate it if you gave me my journal back and stop snooping.
I'm not sure where I am when I write this. I just know that there was a bandit ambush, I fell a long ways, and now my head hurts.
Oh yeah, and I killed a couple of people who were going to kill me. I'm not really sure how I feel about that.
On one hoof, they were bandits, and clearly kinda psycho. On the other... well, I'm still shaking over it. I've never really fought anyone or anything before, outside some swordfighting lessons back home. I might be in shock more than feeling guilty? I don't know. I'm no professional.
I guess, bottom line, I'm grateful to be alive. And I want to make the most of that. Things could be better (understatement of the era), but at least I should get to see another day.
Next on the agenda: figure out where I am and how to get home. Dad will be disappointed about the shipment, I'm sure, but hopefully he'll understand the, er, 'unexpected circumstances.'
I'll try to keep updating this journal in the hopes it'll help me keep my thoughts straight and slightly less 'oh gods I almost died'-y. So, hopefully, I'll write again soon.
As I wrote in the beginning already,
Rune Shine of Crouverstead, Kingdom of Saelcya”
I call this the ‘lets just move on already’ update. Goodbye, CART. We knew thee well.
Next time: Rune finally leaves the muddy canyon place.