Journal entry Edit

To Camil, son of Kosa:
This letter's your last warning. When I made you a hunter, I didn't have in mind for you to spend all your time hunting wenches! We've got boars breeding like rabbits, deer devouring our saplings and wolves strolling calmly right outside the walls of our estate. Get to work, lad, or your career will end quicker than it started!
Thaddeus Garin