Friday, October 14, 2005
I really wish I had brought my good old pair of boots. What was I thinking? These moccasins look great with my new adventure outfit but they sure don't keep my feet dry. Prisan made me get off the wagon and walk "Like a real caravan guard!" he said. I'd love to see that old fat bastard get off his wagon and walk for miles in the snow. The other guards keep making fun of me too and I heard one calling me "pretty, pretty." They wouldn't like it much if I shoved a dagger in their gut though, would they? At least I'm back in the wagon now since we stopped for the night. We're pretty deep in the woods at this point. Not much snow on the ground here and it's really quiet. Hopefully my moccasins will dry out before morning.