Day 2, Morning

A few of you have written in already and asked me to post what was in my "inventory" which is strange since this is a personal diary log and for some reason carrier pigeons keep bringing me letters.. But none the less here's what's in there. My journeys took me to a small encampment where a lone hermit was sleeping, his drying racks were complete so I did the only hospitable thing I could do, I turned over his racks and placed some hides i'd found on the racks for him hopefully he'll wake up to some leather. I took a couple of squirrel tales for my effort as I hope he'd understand that I needed these for future medicine.

But my journey was less peaceful in a few moments I was beset upon another crime scene. I come from a long line of criminal investigators and I knew a scent of assault when I smelled one. You know what these means my voyeuristic readers! The trail begins anew, it looks like these poor saps were trying to build a village together and got ransacked. I know it's going to deviate a bit from my journey around the world, but I had to follow up and see what fate befell these natives.

The trail was not far and I was soon met up with another person flexing his muscles at a random wildlife. This is the strangest sort of custom I've encountered so far in this world. I can't imagine the wildlife would be so interested in our Hearthling muscles for as long as they are. But as soon as the boar looked bored...(Yeah) The man raced his boat over and PUNCHED the poor extremely weakly in the face. I can't imagine this was a very effective strategy as the then he went back to flexing and strutting. I wouldn't be so confident in my physique having just meekly tickled a sow, but not all of us can be from such a long line of warriors, So I did the only thing I could think to do for him:

I followed him back to his encampment...which was a needlessly compensatingly large pallisade further demonstrating that this may be a coward, I didn't bother checking my scent to see if this was the assaulter.

So I did the only thing I believe any one of you would have done when faced with such a cowardly pig poker, I found he and his wife and cooked and ate his pile of fish in front of them. I showed him exactly how a warrior procures his food, in hopes that one day he will get off his boat and come join me in the paradise of courage. He said nothing and sailed away to find another pig to poke and once my belly was filled I moved on.