Living rough is good for the spirits, though it does take its toll on the flesh. My companions and I have spent the last few days exploring these wild lands of the Greenbelt, and it has done my heart good to immerse myself in the beauty of nature. The winding game trails make a network through plains and hills teeming with flora and fauna. My sketchbook is full to bursting!
It is at night that I am glad of my company, however. Both these nights were marked by savage attacks of predators! The first night, we were charged at dusk by what was a were-wolf! A lycanthrope! The poor victim of the foul changing disease was put down, a small miracle thanks to the magic prowess of our Sorcerer Mym, and the incredibly strong sword arm of Surtr the dwarf since we none of us had the silvered weapons that are traditionally good for the task. It wielded a sword that took a good chunk out of Surtr but no bites or injuries, thank the Life, so no worries of any turning savage (or in the case of our half-orcs, a ranger and a fighter, savage-er-er, as it were).
The second night we had a visit by a more conventional, but nonetheless rare, predator. Some sort of local marsupial cat-dog, that our soon to be departed ex-bandit companions spun some legends about. Though it savaged poor Ronald Swift (as I’ve named the horse), it was driven off by Mym’s prowess and the bowshots of our scout Mo’Ag. I truly regret the opportunity to study it… if only we had kept it alive, perhaps I could have tamed and trained it! You know how I am taking in strays now and again, ha ha!
I do miss you, Mother, and the family at Medvyed House, but I believe the work I do here will lay a real foundation for our house.
With fondness and butterfly kisses,
-Sir Hallow Holyoak von Medvyed, Bearer of the Greenbelt Charter