It's cold outside. My monk friend is in trouble with the begging for the pours, tha famine makes everyone more vigilant on food. Moreover walking around bare foot it's not nice with all this ice here and there. The farmers hope it will snow soon, otherwise the wheat will suffer too much the cold...

I invited the monk to stay here tonight and the next days. At least it will have a warm dinner and a warm place to sleep

The healer said my hand will give me some problems in the next months, but the big problem is the shoulder. The infection is spreading around my back, and the pain does not allow me to use my sword properly. For sure there will be a bad scar at the end, I just hope to stay healthy and not to loose my arm

let's see

I'm a knight. I'm a monk. I'm a crusader. I'm a curse. I'm a blade in the dark. I'm a crounched tiger. I'm a flying dragon. I'm a drangonfly. I'm the fog of the land I grew up, and the rock of the place where I forged my soul. I'm water and wind of the city where I shaped my iron.

I used to have a soul. I used to have a heart. I joined the Order when I realized I didn't have any of them anymore. I'm a player, but not smart enough for the Glass Bead. The rules of the Game are the rules of my life.

I believe in the Truth, but without a soul it's hard to see it, so this is my quest. I want my heart back. I want my soul back. I want to live in the Truth, for the Truth.