[akemimera]

I suppose it is a fitting time as any to organize my thoughts in a journal of sorts. Although i should maybe buy a better binding and lock for it, just in case. This one has seen some heavy use over the years.

Still despite the year long trip from what remained of my house to a land whose only highlight that even reached that far was a demon invasion of sorts, things were relatively calm. It was a terrible shame I couldnt bring the weapon I had trained with on the trip, but given everything perhaps that is for the best. Better to return later to claim it, then risk some bandit stealing it from me.

Even still my arrival to these lands were not without issue, as for some reason people of these lands look at maids strangly. I know not what has occured to gather such looks as those employed as such, at least in my hometown were both capable fighters as well as staff. Perhaps they are confusing the time honored tradition of professional work with that of harlots poorly pretending. It is the only reason I can think of for such looks. That or they are simply incapable of comprehending the difference.

All is not doom and gloom though, as only a few months of making money the old fashioned way, by strength of arms and beating the brakes off local wildlife, did I recieve formal employment. And a generous offer of pay and support at that. I am not at want for things, but even still I do try and keep my asks reasonable, lest this employement end far to soon from being greedy. Lately most of my tasks have been gathering things, most lumber and other tedious makework they did not wish to do, which I do not mind. It keeps my body in shape, and helps practice forms in the same go. There is nothing worse then being out of shape and not doing your job after all.

Now as two years of work pass, my employer has generously offered to find me an instructor for both medicine and holy magics. In that wait time, I will be furthering my own foundations, and building a stock of food materials to make more ornate dishes. A maid who cannot cook is a failure of such, and while I have perfected it, I am woefully understocked. Perhaps I should see if anyone will allow me to borrow a farm for a period, or consider finding my own small plot to grow on. A well stocked chef is a happy chef.

Perhaps in a few more years, I will have more to write in these pages, but for now this is enough.