Sunrise: Found Hrolrygg passed out at post (again). Nothing out of the ordinary, of course. No sign of trouble on the seas. Supply ship should show up today. Good thing; this horker jerky’s getting old.
Mid-day: Minor altercation in the village square. Everyone’s getting restless. Seas still clear, as usual. Can’t wait to get off this frozen rock.
Sunset: Supply ship arrived late. Sent Hrolrygg to help unload. Looks like our mead shipment was cut down—that’s going to be trouble. No reports of suspicious activity between here and mainland.
Midnight: Damn wolves raising a fuss tonight; doubled perimeter patrol. Cold.
