Journey has started. Old man was glad to see me go, muttering something about saving expenses. Stingy old fool. I must have only the best! And yet I've been putting up with that grimy old place for years! Why couldn't some rich lord or baron or better yet, a king, picked me up from the woods? Why a woodcutter?!

Anyhow, he did bring me up and taught me how to shoot a bow and use a sword. Amazingly, he was pretty good at it and when I found out, I wouldn't let him rest until he taught me. I wonder where he learnt them... he's only a woodcutter! Never did talk much about his past. I left him some gold. Was a big sacrifice on my part. There was that new face cream I was eyeing, and now it'll have to wait. Woe is me.

Packed up my equipment, and found the space to put in my green dress. Had to drag Spruce away from that new lady hawk he's been spending too much time with. It's just eggs! What's the big deal with eggs? He sulked for two days, until I got tired of it and shot a pigeon down and skinned it in 10 seconds flat. I know my way around a bird's anatomy almost as well as I know a rabbit's. Threatened to do the same to his lady friend. Not sure if he understood me, but he seemed to have gotten my point. Gave him the best parts to put him into a better mood and saved some of the feathers as quills and for making arrows. Useful, that.

Sun is unbearably hot. Had the misfortune to bump into kobolds. Nasty, annoying little creatures, waving their daggers around. I soon took care of that. Picked a few off from far, and my twin blades took care of the rest. Even Spruce helped. Managed to retrieve a couple of arrows in pretty good condition. Saves me the bother of making new arrows. Surprisingly, they had some gold on them. Wouldn't expect it from kobolds. They probably robbed someone earlier. Well, the gold's mine now.

Decided to save up to buy that miraculous new face cream that everyone has been talking about. Some wizard had a fireball went really wrong and ended up with scars and burns on his face and hands. Being the vain person he was, he couldn't accept the fact that he wasn't good-looking anymore (when are wizards good-looking anyway? All the ones I've seen are old and boring), so he experimented with all sorts of spells until he came up with this ultra secret formula that healed his scars and gave him even smoother skin than before! He's been packaging and selling all over. I thought it sounded really fishy, but Daena, daughter of Lord Besson, got some and it worked wonders on that lousy skin of hers! Smooth, glowing skin in a week! Imagine what it would do for me! I'll be the most beautiful woman in the land if I manage to get my hands on it!

It's very expensive though. Very. Damned wizard must be making a fortune. Bastard. Have decided that I must look perfect before I see my Prince, so will join a mercenary guild in Angmore to get the gold for it. The old fool mentioned a guild that he said I could join if I'm heading for Angmore. Something about having old friends there. Any help is better than none, so I'll look for that guild when I get there.