Entry 5
RAGNAR
The ground is terrible. Mud, slush, awful. It seemed to take forever to reach Turia, but we have. The column is stopped just short of the city as the teams were so exhausted I dared not push them any harder.
The day was spent tending the stock and wagons, and sleeping as much as possible. The rain/slush has stopped, and the column will move into position this evening outside the city wall and once stock and wagons are seen to, Tuchuk will be set loose to sack... er... resupply.
Try to behave in Turia. Being so late in our mogration, we, by far, are the last coming through for resupply, and good deals should be there for the taking if we barter and haggle well. In speaking with Turian patrols, the city is well provisioned except for fruits and some vegitables. This should not have too large an effect on Tuchuk, though a few will likely miss these items.
Thus far casualties and loses have been insignificant, though any loss is a loss to those it affects. Word has reached me a thrall perished under Melanie's wheel during the last leg, though I await a more detailed report on the loss of camp property.
It seems the greatest complaint for Tuchuk is wet, cold feet and hands. Tend these to avoid serious problems!
Overall Tuchuk seems to be in good shape if not a bit on the grumpy side and looking forward to the pleasures the city has to offer.
As always, funds are available for those in need. It will be made known who will be able to provide these services when we enter the city. For starters, each slave is gifted ten copper to spend as they desire from my own coffers. Owners may increase or decrease as they see fit.
Be ready to move when the time comes so we may indulge in the softness of city pleasures as soon as possible.
End Report