I'm writing this hidden in a box with raw fish, among other goods.
Long story short, I'm leaving the Order. It's not what I wanted, and it's certainly not what I'll fight for the rest of my life.
My real destiny is among my siblings in Kolonia, hopefully they'll have a place amongst the troops for me, I don't care if it's cleaning the latrines, it's way better than chasing, killing and prisoning people for a lifestyle they didn't even asked for.
According to my calculations, we should be arriving in around three days.
Note: frozen fish tastes not so bad once you get used to it.