That makes three days we've been stationed here in Deadwight Wood. 'Tis a gravely important mission. That's what the commander told us. "We only send the best of the best to Deadwight Wood" - those were his words. I'm damned proud. Strange enough, there ain't many trees around and not a corpse to be seen. Maybe the Master's information was out of date and the peasants have felled the whole wood. Thomas says it's because we went the wrong way, but he can't read nor write, so I'm not about to trust him. I'm going out to scout around a bit myself after dinner today. I want to draw up a map of these lands, 'cause the commander didn't give us one. When I get back to the main headquarters, I'll write up everything all nice and proper.