The Word of a Bear
The Fourth Entry of the personal journal of Nowhere. The more I travel in the world, the more I am amazed by it. As much as I learned from my master, I have come to realize I know very little. It has been a few days since my last entry and much has happened. The first night passes easily, and our first part of the day was much the same. Around mid-day we came upon a strange stone archway. There was writing on it in a strange script. Ardyn seemed to be able to decipher it, and he was able to tell us that it was something that his people would use regularly. Something of a path marking, and a wishing of good luck. I find that I grew quite fond of the elf in spite of the short time he was with us. But I am getting ahead of myself. We passed through the archway and reached the edge of the forest. We spent the night just off the path, and dove into the murky gloom of Lurkwood early the next morning well rested. The first few days of our journey in the forest were simple. We decided to ...