A leather bound journal, worn from it's constant use.

 

 

January, 3010 : The snow is at least a single stones height, I had to station myself in the market because the merchants were complaining about thieves stealing there furs and goods.. All I can think of is what it was like when I was in the there shoes, cold and starving...

 

Febuary, 3010 : Still cold, still so many hungry children. I went out on a patrol with Watcher Corus today, nothing interesting happened. Though we did see some unsavory looking folks prancing through the woods in the snow..

 

March, 3010 : It finally stopped snowing, and now it's just cold. A boy came up and begged for food, I gave him some coin to buy some warm bread. These winter months have been slow.. 

 

April, 3010 : The snow is finally melting away, unfortunatley this is when the robbers come around...

 

*The next 6 years of journals describes Estorns life as a Watcher, the troubles, hardships, tears and mourning, victories and so on.*

 

July, 3016. :