SAROYA
After I lost my horse, my journey has been going pretty slowly. I did not notice how rough the shrubbery was until I had to traipse through it on foot for a long, long time. The pines and the low branches grab and rip into my leather pants, and it is only thanks to the tough material that I do not sustain some injuries. My bag is quite light but carrying it continuously has made my arm a sore thing. I have been traipsing through the woods for four days and after the unfortunate incident with the clan-clash, I have not met a single other soul. I should begin pacing myself, sometimes these journeys take me months before I can find the next place to settle and I cannot afford to exhaust myself in one go. At a point, I begin to think that the tales of the forest being so dangerous migh
