Journal entry Edit
- I've stopped the bleeding. I need to collect my thoughts.
- I could go for help. There's a village not far, I can hear dogs barking. But people would see what uniform I wear. They'd ask what I was doing in the swamps. They'd figure it out. They'd take everything, maybe kill me. This is Velen, after all.
- I've lost a quart of blood. Maybe more. If the wound is still clean come dawn, I should pull through. I'll leave at daylight, maybe then the drowners won't attack. I'll bury the treasure and head to Novigrad. Should be able to find a decent man there to patch me up. Someone who won't ask questions. Who doesn't care if you're a deserter.
- All that's left to me now is to parry that no one sees the tracks I left. That they don't follow the blood trail and find treasure. But no one will come through here. I hope. Everything will be fine.