Martha's Diary, First Entry of Midyear, 503 D.A. ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 2 من 4

Still, nothing to eat. Nothing to serve. Bones, scraps, and watery soup... The village is frightened, the trade routes cut off. With this war on the horizon, when will we meet our demise?

A new traveler arrived, hungry and tired. She ordered stew and asked for the bones to be left in. Quiet anger lingered in her eyes — wild determination, like a starving wolf.

We were all out of meat, of course... haven't had a fresh catch in weeks. All I could do was to offer her a room. Instead of warming herself by our hearth, she declined with a grunt, turned around, and disappeared into the night. I saw her march northwards into the woods, to sleep on the cold, hard ground. What a brute... she belongs in the wild, anyhow.