September the 7th
 
At last! A place of rest!  After many days of travel across these unforgiving mountains, I have found a place to rest.  The King's maps will have to be re-written.  They told me this place was naught but wasteland!  They were wrong, as I have come upon a small  monastary.  It appears to be a very close-knit, hushed place, but they have offered me shelter.  This proves to be a double benefit for me, as these sorts of places often have very good information about the surrounding area. 
 I was met at the gates by a young skunk named Camille.  She wears brown robes, as do the rest of her order, and has a strangely glowing smile.  She said it was against policy to refuse guests.  The abbot has granted me stay for the night, and will speak with me on the morning.  On that note, I must be off to bed.   Goodnight!