The sky in the East grows light and I have slept little.
The city began stirring shortly before I rose to pen this brief entry, I can hear the Storemaster barking at his orderlies as they load up the mules. The bulk of the provisions are for the journey through the Grey woods, once we are through there will be plenty of game and wild foodstuffs in the foothills of the mountain. Kelmarn, the leader of the trackers who trailed our quarry will bring the mules back to the city when we meet with them. They report the beast at fifteen feet, nose to tail. A relatively modest size for a Drakken, which might explain it's late arrival for hibernation. The Emeraldhide Drakken huntmaster Jomnell successfully returned with was a hands width short of twenty feet. It devoured two of his warriors and crushed another before they downed it. They had a more traditional hunting party, with a full regiment of soldiers, so any possible advantage the smaller size of our quarry might bring has been eliminated by the churlishness of the council. I've soured considerably on their attitude toward this hunt. My hunt. perhaps it is the early hour and my restlessness stoking my ire. Breakfast will help.
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