*Ilmaun sits in a jail cell as he writes this, wincing as he shifts his weight from his injured rib.*

Day One: Sanctuary

Well, what a day/night/whatever it has been! 'Tis but a few hours since I arrived and I already find myself behind bars! Damned be that Hin who beat me up! It was meant to be wrestling, not boxing! Then I was assaulted by an Orc-blood! Chaos and confusion! Then, those Guards had the cheek to arrest me for it! ME!

*It seems his writing here was interrupted, as it looks as if he has stowed the book quickly.*

*Half way down the page, for some reason, the writing starts again.*

I spoke to some woman about the whole thing. She said something about writing the wrong that the was caused, or something. I don't really care that much anymore... I have Ale!

*Below this, a large pitcher of ale is drawn roughly.*