First Day of the Expedition
I, Conrad Veidt, shall do the impossible! In eighty days I shall traverse the entire continent – from Caravista to Lan Exeter! I spit upon danger and hold in the highest contempt all the small-minded folk who predict catastrophe and failure! I shall prove to my adversaries that betting against me was the greatest mistake of their lives – a mistake for which they shall pay dearly, and in Nilfgaardian florens!
Sixth Day of the Expedition
I am still in Beauclair. To keep to my pre-established plan, I should have passed the city by altogether, for I am already two days behind, but... blast it all! My rear's about to fall off from bouncing on that infernal wagon bench! I've reached my limit of hard tack and dried pork. I've earned a bit of luxury, so it's time to visit the famed Pheasantry!
Eighth Day of the Expedition
I made some new friends in the Pheasantry, kindred lovers of adventure all! They caught on at once to the idea behind my expedition and decided to join me. Tomorrow, we embark, together. Yet Zuëzan, one of my new companions, suggested we leave the city at once and pitch a camp outside Beauclair there we shall be able to conduct a thorough inspection of my supplies and prepare for the journey onward.
Eighth Day of the Expedition (Evening)
We have made our provisory bivouac. Everything was examined, my funds counted to the last copper. Zuëzan loaded everything on to a wagon and prepared the horses. I now sit by the fire, drinking Est Est and enjoying an evening of relaxation. Life is beautiful.