[Some Months Ago]
Great Bear, oh wise and wonderful protector, giver of strength and a stout heart. I pray first, as always, to you for your protection and strength and for those who of my tribe survived. I hold faith. Faith that I will be among them again… So that I might kill the honorless ones that sold me into slavery. Great Bear, this I still pray. Unceasingly. Every. Single. Day. I keep my sword sharpened to the task.
As you know, I have agreed to join Fenkeh or perhaps he has agreed to join me? I still am unsure of which of us is leading in this eagerness to see the world. I know it is Fenkeh that feeds it. I have promised to watch him, it is my honor at stake should something befall my stout friend. I have a plan, however, for that porky fellow. We walk, often, he jogs to keep up with me and when he tires, I look at him with disappointed eyes. But he still wants food. How he loves food! This, I think, is not a bad motivator. I shall harness it, exploit it, use this food-driven enthusiasm to make him a better man. Maybe not a man. But you get the gist of it, O Great One.
We have walked for many lengths. He tires easily. Often I carry him. I do not worry about this as I, too, must train. We have come upon a plan to find an adventuring party and join them. I am not sure what Fenkeh can do, other than be very very quiet. For a fatty, he sure can sneak up on things. We practice this together. He is also not so bad with a bow. Which makes us an excellent pair as he is good for long distance and I am better in direct combat. Tonight, we have worked out an arrangement at a small inn, where he will do some cooking and I will chop wood for the fires in exchange for a pallet in the stable.
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