2nd February 2022
It can be hard to know where to start, so much so that I would prefer not to start at all. But there can be no benefit from silence, no TRUTH. So, then, I will risk it all and tell my story. I pray that the high council does not find this website; and if they do, that they do not discover the identity of its author.
This winter has been cold, the mornings are ridden with frost and the calling of crows - nature's mockery. Each day I step outside and head to the field to make my observations. The journey is short, yet long enough that the icy wind can cut its way through layers of coat and jumper and shirt and skin - straight to the bone.
OBSERVATIONS: One watcher. Stood at the opening, looking eastward towards the town. No cargo. Flag not raised.