*The date has almost faded away, though one can still see traces of the original text:'Mirtul - 1355 DR'*

First Entry:

Finally my training is completed and I'm ready to join the ranks of the Helmite Army, this should make my father very proud. It'll take a couple of days to sort out where they'll commission us, but I heard some rumours about a campaign against kobolds near the mountain range. I hope they are true, since I'm eager to get into action and to show what I'm made of.

Next entry, a couple of days later:

The rumours proved true, they're indeed going to send us fight against the kobolds in the mountains. Finally I get to put my training to use! No more carrying bloody potatosacks! No more of that bloody Sergeant Williams!.

Next entry, again a couple days later:

We arrived at our camp this morning. We were told that we would be sent to the mission tomorrow, with some veterans to oversee what we've learned in training. There's a small camp of kobolds nearby, who's been plaguing tradecaravans on the road, and we're set to slay the kobold scum. Finally some action! I can hardly wait for it, this is what I was born to do!.

Next entry, One week later:

It's been a busy week. The mission was succesful, and we were sent on three more missions, with the same veterans. The first two missions were similar to our "test", but in the third one, we had to track a much bigger group of kobold scum. Fortunately, we had a couple of good scouts with us, they found the trails quite easily, but it took us a couple days to catch them. They provided a tough battle, because of their numbers, some of us got badly injured, but fortunately, no one died.