The going is slow, unbearably so at times. I am three days removed from the village. My wagon of course broke an axle yesterday afternoon after running over a tree stump. Fortunately, I planned for such an event and was able to repair it. Though if it breaks again I'm not sure what I will do, so I have decided to take my time.
In the end, that will probably be the wisest choice anyway as the only cause for my initial fast pace was my excitement. Tursik and Adian keep me company though. They have taken to tormenting the horse. The dogs run right in front of it as it pulls the wagon then dart away before they are stepped on. They seem to find it funny. I wonder how long it will be until one of them gets stomped.
We marched steadily uphill until late last night when we crossed into the highlands. I don't foresee any problems but from here on out I must keep an eye open at all times incase we happen upon any gnolls. It's not just stumbling by one or two that worries me, but rather crossing paths with a large group of them. My fears are probably completely unfounded though.
At this rate it will probably take another week to reach the coast. With any luck, my trip will continue to be uneventful.
Hardigan McCrane
