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I am now out of food, and my feet are bleeding and sore. I lost my shoes somewhere in the woods. I have no idea what to do.
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I found a Strekios Camp just outside the woods! But... it's not the one I'm traveling to. I had meant to head to [[Ormala City]]'s camp, the [[Camp of Laborers]]. This camp is... I don't know. I was too afraid to ask. Lumberjacks, I think.
I was so hungry that I worked up the courage to ask for food. They asked no questions, just gave me food and a smelly bedroll. So I'll try to sleep now, surrounded by these terrifying people. There are orcs here, and minotaurs! If I live through the night, I'll head back home in the morning.
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At breakfast, an ork asked me why I came to the [[Night Warden]] Strekios camp. I laughed and explained that I had meant to find a far different camp. Imagine! A maidservant becoming a Night Warden! But she didn't laugh. She looked so concerned that I asked what was wrong.
Folga explained that it was too late to leave. Once you sleep at a Strekios camp, you are enrolled. Leaving won't help me now: Strekios's judgement will come in one year, no matter where I go.
She sat with me and tried to help me for a while, but soon Folga had to go -- she is in her eighth month, and is struggling to advance her study of alchemy. I spent the rest of the day wandering the camp in shock.
I have no idea what Night Wardens actually do. And if I am honest with myself, I really hate the outdoors! But now, if I want to survive, I must become a Night Warden... in one year!
I am doomed.
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It is month 3. I have been so sore and so miserable these past two months that I could not bring myself to write in my trusty diary.
Some of the people here are hunters and warriors who wish to become Night Wardens. Others are Night Wardens already, and came here because they'd reached a plateau in their skills. Nobody is as green as me, but I found a few others who are beginners, and each day I just try to follow them around and try to do everything they do. Everyone here is kind, and I try to be kind in turn. We all know the judgement in store for us. This is not a year for pettiness. This is the most important year of our lives.
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Every part of my body aches every day. But today I kept up with my friends on their twelve-mile march! I have learned much about the woods. And I learned that our camp is near the Greenest Siren on purpose: at night, many of the younger Night Wardens tie themselves to trees and listen to her singing, trying to overcome the mind control.
== Related Lore ==
[[Category:Lorebook]][[Category:Register of Lore]]