Christiane

-III-

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  The pages of her journal are full of her neat, cursive handwriting. All in Frrench and often a bore of business.

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    I have never been more livid in my short life.
    A blessing the inhabitants here don't seem educated enough to understand my Frrench lest their ears fall off from the chewing out I've given them.
    Firstly, these heathens fail to grasp just how expensive fabric is. I had to toss nearly an entire bolt of beautiful damask silk as someone thought it's place was the floor. The floor! It was worth more than they would see in a years worth of work. My personal luggage has been tossed about like crates of common goods instead if the works of art that they are. Edges have been chipped off entirely, deep gouges blemish some of the sides, and one lost it's latch and spilled a chunk of my wardrobe across the unwashed floors of the ship. I dread to see the damage done to the rest of their contents. My ledgers are a mess, out of order and a few pages have been irreparably damaged due to someone allowing the small chest containing them to sit in the rain, this including my old journal which did not survive the trek from P'ree to Kasuria.
    A bottle of my precious Bloodwyne was shattered and stained nearly every item in the chest that held it. Fortunately nothing irreplaceable or expensive was lost there.
    The room I stayed in at Port could barely he called such - I shudder to think what diseases lay within those sheets. No. I slept on two chairs pushes together to avoid the unwashed bed all together. My back aches from the discomfort.
    Today we set out in a poor excuse for a carriage, all my trunks piled up on top of it. The thing sagged under the weight and made it barely a handful of miles before we lost a wheel. The driver managed to replace only to go a few more before the entire axle broke.
    It's a small mercy I had enough help to get all of my things to the nearest town. It seems larger, more civilized than the port town of the previous night. Stone streets and so many building I've gotten lost several times just trying to get back to the Inn.
    It's quite expansive and at least it smells clean. I've been informed it's unlikely I'll be able to find a carriage sturdy enough to cart all of my belongings as quickly as I would like, so for now this place will have to do.