Today is Pungenday, Bureaucracy 14, 3176 YOLD. How I can be so sure of that, I do not know. But I am.

This seems an auspicious day, though I know not why. Accordingly, it seems fitting to me that while I have the time I should take note of my story, for it seems to me that great things are in the works, though I know not how I know this. I suppose this knowledge must be akin to the way animals know of an oncoming storm and take shelter.

Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

The tools I spent a portion of yesterday crafting make it much easier to engrave on wooden surfaces, although I am somewhat concerned as to their durability. Perhaps I shall transcribe these writings to stone if I can find a surface of sufficient smoothness.

But I digress. Best to begin at the beginning and then to proceed from there until the present time. After that? All is in the hands of the Goddess.

To my best count, 316 days have passed since I woke up in a tavern. Well, it called itself a tavern…