*A grey old and dusty book lies on the floor of a defiled and life-forgotten house, in Andorhal, seemingly in a fairly good shape, compared to the conditions of survival*

August 11th

Day 1

Sergeant Beagle is a real thorn in the bottom… He is one of those old stagers, who wouldn’t lose a chance to give somebody a dressing down. But he can be a quite good lad if you don’t ask odd questions and fulfill all his orders.

That night when he appeared at my threshold I had to write a short note to my parents and set out on my last journey, leaving my memories and previous life behind.

Sergeant told us that our lives now belong to his majesty and it should be honorable for us to die for him. I don’t know… Maybe it will appear later, but now I don’t feel anything but fatigue and hunger.

Day 2

Today we had two short halts. This old bastard drives us too hard. Stephens and Warner decided that this life is not at their taste and decided to cut sergeant’s throat in the night, but later in the morning were dancing a hempen jig on a nearest tree. I don’t think anybody feels sorry for them… We have crossed a strange river and stepped in the lands of Alterac. This evening we reached Strombard. It is a nice town but I feel a gloomy atmosphere inhere, maybe it’s because of the mountain air…

The innkeeper gave us a couple of group-rooms in the inn. Is it just me or I saw an evil spark in his eyes?

Day 3

I saw Stephens and Warner in my dream. Their cold motionless bodies were lying next to me in my dream. It was terrible, I woke up with a scream.*handwriting is very hesitating and curved, as if writer’s hand shakes heavily*…