Dear Hope of Mankind,
I have decided that I hate traveling. Very much so. When I bought my boots back in town, they told me to wear them in so that I could avoid pain in my feet as I ventured to the Great Eclipse. Little did I know--walking is extremely difficult in rocky and rough terrain. I guess that's what I get for being ill prepared. Not that it truly matters. What is truly annoying is the fact that I am viciously ravenous. Indeed, I think that I put a new twist on the word. I must imagine that I am a sight to behold. It has only been two days and dark circles are likely under my eyes, and I know that my hair is on end. Not to mention that I can't even see my reflection in my canteen's water--it's thick and murky. Revolting.
All of that aside though, I believe that I have an amazing breakthrough in human science. After encountering a few strolling folk last night and being--how shall I say?--unjustly detached from much of my money and food I came to the conclusion that the people outside of the large towns and cities of the capitol have a direct correlation with the degree of extremity in which they live. Who knew? That, and the fact that going two days with malnourishment can lead to...unenlightened experiences when it comes to relieving one's self. Go figure, eh?
But in light of recent events, I have found that there is a town just a days journey north of where I am (according to the map one of the villagers lent me). I do pray that I get there before I becoming rightly insane. Ah! To live in the wondrous glory of the wild! I cannot wait to continue my travels. Or die. Whichever comes first.
*~--Terris Rolland the Bright--~*
