17 May 1243
Finally, a response to my notice! A witcher, big as a mountain and bearded as a dwarf. He asked about the contract, then said he'd take it – for about as much coin as we've set aside for Fifi's dowry. That's some nerve! But I had no other choice – I had to agree.
18 May 1243
The witcher claims the problems are caused by some subterranean monster. He searched the area and found an entrance to a complex of caves by a stream in the Marcescent Forest. He plans to enter through it tomorrow.
20 May 1243
The witcher hasn't returned. Some elf from the city asked about him. Now that's some nerve, giving our address to nonhumans!
27 May 1243
Enough of this! I'll never hire a witcher again! It will soon be ten days since he took his retainer and disappeared. I plan to sell the things he left behind to recover at least a portion of my losses. Too bad he mostly just left scraps with scribblings that no one will want to purchase.