The Red-Man's Journal (1st Entry)

First Era 621
Autumneye
2nd Froanus

We are anxious to begin. Our job is simple: find the ring,
bring it back to the sponsor, get paid. Simple! This feeling of
anxiety grows only more so among the three of us as our
caravan ventures deeper into the Badlands.

What a odd trio we make: I, the next in a long line of clerics,
a warrior who bears an impressive array of equipment.
Though it appears the glory of both body and steel
have long passed.

And he stinks too.

Then I have sitting across from me  what appears to be some
sort of ranger concealed in a green shroud. He hasn't spoken
a word since we left. Meanwhile I can hardly get this burnout
of a fighter to shut his mouth for a few moments peace.
Not only is he rude, he's also very loud.

I'll have to write another time.
It seems that we've stopped for some reason...

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This is the start of a series I call The Red-Man's Journal. This series will be short posts that make up the Red-Man's journal entries. This is going to be difficult since I need to write in a different style than mine.