Day 4,592

Once again, Eina was annoying.

But I could not blame her. We've been on the move since yesterday, only stopping for rest and to make camp at night. Our research team has made yet another breakthrough; the journals mentioned a great city west of Urnos, not far from Arziron, and it seemed it was the capital. Adren fervently hopes that it has all the answers we seek this time, so that we can all finally go home. But the city, Caltina, was a week's journey. And though we can hunt for food, our provisions might not last for the return trip to Arlonia.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

Thus, our constant movement, and Eina's boredom.

She pestered me about this diary which she wanted to see, but I already told her no. This was a private journal, and I would not want anyone to see all my thoughts. I told her that I'm sure she has a diary as well, and she wouldn't want me to see it.

Imagine my surprise when she flashed me that smug smile of hers and told me that if she lets me see her diary, I will let her see mine.

No. I refuse that sort of trap. Why would I want to see her thoughts anyway?