Entry One:
Old Scrag has me separated from the other's tonight. One of the new guys learned my secret when they walked up on me in the river washing. They thought it foolish that I was allowed to wash alone. I can still see his eyes when he took in my body in the nude. Even now my cheeks grow hot. He stuttered, fell over and ran to get the rest. It was good that my clothes were baggy and easy to get back on, or the whole lot of them would have had a good eye full.
I guess it's for the best though, I've been having trouble covering myself up. If I tied myself down any harder I'd not be able to breath, and the pain at night when I undid the binds to sleep... It was only a matter of time and Old Scag and I were ready for it. We've spoken on it a few times when far away from the others.
The plan was to leave me with the caravan and the group move on, but he seems to have changed his mind. Something has him worried, mayhap the latest attack by my father. That was three months ago and we've traveled a great deal. I know he wasn't able to follow this time, I saw to it when I stuck my dagger into his leg and twisted. I'll get back to you friend, Old Scag and several of the old crew just walked in.
Entry Two:
It's been decided, they plan to drop me at the nearest large, yet safe town. For us that's Bree. The next stop on the list. They all pitched in and made me a care package too boot. I have enough coin to get myself some new gear. Gear that will fit properly. I don't know what it's like to be...well...me anymore. I don't know what I'll do once I get there, but this will be a whole new life for me.
