Dear diary,

today was avery quiet, I arrived at Feather Valley but it only disappointed my expectations. It was so dead I have yet to meet a single person. So far I have just sat on a bench in the market place and read a study book. Ah good old Windy Dryden his writing will always make me feel better. I'm not sure what I'm going to do for a place to sleep tonight, but I'll work that out along the way.

All the best,

J