[This journal will take the format of various pages that can be found scattered around the places Triss usually visit, other's can post in this thread or use this information for role-playing purposes in game. Everything mentioned in this entries form part of Triss' backstory before arriving at Kalris and there will be no mention of in game events]
You find a well worn paper page with some writing on it dropped on the grass, the wind probably took it here and whoever lost this might be looking for it, so you take a look at it
Triss' Travel log, day... 42 43? more or less three weeks since I arrived town, the journal lost some pages, so it's getting harder to keep track of the days now.
This is yet another of this logs where I write my feeling like a diary, this are getting more common, am I going crazy crazier? today, after getting my pay from the old man, I went straight to the bar initially planning to take just one drink, I deserved it after doing extra deliveries today, but something happened there.
At first I noticed there was a group of sailor drinking not too far from me. The way they laughed and joked... reminded me of the old times, with my brother and my ex. I ignored them as much as I could, but one decided to approach me, apparently a weasel sailor thought I was a beautiful and Tall weasel with a magnificent tail (or that's what I imagined at the moment) so I managed to get a free drink from him, at the cost of having to see him trying to impress me in front of his comrades... but I learned two lessons today, that card games are really fun, and that gambling can be really addictive (I lost a good amount of money, I'll have to cut down this week expenses in half somehow)
Not all are bad news tho, even tho I rejected the poor guy, he decided to gift me this old deck of cards, it is barely standing, but it could help me kill the time, and I will have lots of that if I the old man decides to kick me out once he doesn't needs me anymore, I don't have anyone to play with, but I can make up my own games! I'll call the first one... Triss gameTM
[there's a long space between paragraphs]
speaking of, he just asked me to ''take care'' of an angry customer... I should charge extra for throwing punches around, I am not made for this kind of work
One last note, to whoever that smart sailor bastard was, and wherever he is now, I know you gave me the cards so I will be thinking of you every time I see them... that won't work on me, I am starting to get better at forgetting, faces, names, places. I don't even remember how Trissland was actually called before I started telling everyone that's where I came from
[there is a small side note at the end]
Sailors said the dock workers get paid well, I'll ask for work tomorrow, one can always impersonate a sailor... and sail in one of those large empire relics... just kidding