This simple journal is kept on Gray's person at all times, the single physical reminder of his past life. It seems to be a log on hunting trips into the forests surrounding his home village of Greywall, on the outskirts of Cormanthor forest.

Day 1 Outside Greywall

Last snows of winter have melted, it's time for the old troop to head out again. Old Jack died over the cold season, so we're one short and each a bit glum. Still, Barnes, Grahams and the Griffin brothers are alive and healthy.

The first day is always the hardest, it's been a whole season since we've been on the road together and the forest paths always chop and change. We managed around ten miles before dark set in; set up camp on the edge of Merchant's Way. We'll make the borders of Cormanthor in a few days.

Barnes has a story to tell, so it's best I listen.

- Gray

Day 7 Cormanthor's Edge

The trek here was uneventful, the roads are quiet as they always are. The merchant caravans don't set out for another tenday or so, so we managed to travel easy on the roads for a few days. Cut off the track a mile or so back, set up camp on the edge of Cormanthor. Dark came in slower today. The days are getting longer and warmer, Shaundakul's watching us I think.

Just sitting here gazing into the forest I've entered a thousand times gives me the chills. Those first steps always take their toll. No sign of patrols yet, which isn't anything out of the ordinary. They don't come out this far. No trails yet, won't be long. I can feel it.

- Gray

Day 13 Unicorn's Graveyard

Every time I see this place, it gives me the creeps. A hundred or more sad piles of bones, picked clean by scavangers. Really shows the mortality of things. Even beautiful creatures find their end.

We followed what we thought was a deer trail for a good few hours, before we came across a deserted camp. Scavenged for food and set up shop a mile or so on. Hopefully the tracks will reappear tomorrow. Tonight seems colder than usual, darker as well. Chills me to the bone, I feel like we're being watch ---

The write abruptly stops here and the page is splattered by what seems to be blood.

Day 56 Somewhere

Pain... Never felt so much. Friends dead, or dying. I think I'll join them soon...

- Gray

Day 73 My cage

My captors are growing tired, I feel. Seems I'm too strong. Being transported somewhere. So tired...

- Gray

Day 100 Elsewhere

A glimmer of hope! A light at the end of the tunnel! I'll never forget those winged helms, soaring from the darkness... On my own now, need to keep my head! First, need to rest.

- Gray