Having lived in Tenet for ten years, one might expect that I'd have become accustomed it. However, despite my noble status I find it difficult to cope with living in such a large and sprawling city. If it weren't for the consistent training I would have gone crazy years ago.
The sun hasn't yet risen, and I await it's light to set off towards home. And yet, despite how I anticipate my return, I can't deny that I have a bad feeling in my stomach, as if something terrible is going to happen.
It's probably nothing. I have continued to exchange letters with my family and friends and nothing is amiss.
I've passed through Mossford and resupplied. The anxiety I feel has gotten somewhat worse, but it has at least kept me going. I arrived an hour earlier than I had planned which is giving me more time to rest.
I awoke in a cold sweat an hour before the sun rose. I do not recall my dream, only that it terrified me to the core. The anxiety has turned into terror. I could not bear the thought of sleeping any further so I have packed camp and set off early for Rading.
I'm staying at an inn in Rading today, hopefully a real bed will easy my spirit. I cannot shake the feeling that something terrible has come to pass.
I have learned from the innkeaper in Anson that my village was raided five days ago. He told me that there were several casualties but that he couldn't tell me any names. I will leave as early as possible in the morning.
I've returned to my family's manor, and the news is grim. My best friend, Grimbul Steelheart, died fighting valiantly against the invaders. His family gave me his battleaxe as a keepsake.
While I was in Tenet, I had heard that someone named Mordred had arrived on the northern shore of the Ethurun. He seeks to lay claim to the crown, and has been battling his way towards Tenet. It seems that mercenaries have taken advantage of the uneasy and weakened state of the outer settlements.
Grimbul was one of our few beards trained in combat. The rest had left for the frontlines of war, but Grimbul felt it was unwise to leave us so vulnerable.
He didn't know how right he was until it was too late.