Captain’s Log – Entry 6 The journey continues as we restock our supplies and head further east. The weather is crisp and kind, the air light and full of promise. The grasslands are wide, with distant mountains etching the horizon and a dense forest running alongside us like a shadow. We marvel at the beautiful flora and fauna this part of the land has to offer, vibrant blooms nestled among tall grasses, creatures unfamiliar yet unafraid. As we approach the end of the grasslands, the tall blades give way to thick bushes and brush, signaling the border between the open plains and the encroaching forest. Just ahead, we see a herd of cattle grazing lazily on the bushes. Among the large herd was a lone figure sitting atop one of the cattle, the herder. Cloaked in quiet authority, he smoked from a long pipe, staff in hand. His gaze locks onto us. Unmoving. Unblinking. Watching our every move. We choose to keep our distance and change course south, deep into the forest, a decision I will come to regret.