It's been a good year. The harvest has been stronger than ever, the influx of trade has expanded even more with the mysterious appearence of those "Doors". That was about...five years ago? It feels like just yesterday.
The days have been quiet. With the exception of the problems up North, nothing really major has been bothering us. Adventurers still find some joy in exploring old caverns--especially Snow Cave, so we're only happy to oblige.
Still...something bothers me. It's almost too quiet. I'm no war-monger. I enjoy the peace that my ancestors were hard fought to gain...but something is amiss, and I don't like it. Maybe it's Deist Castle.
The Dragoons keep asking us for aid to liberate the castle, but after three failed attempts--and the loss of so much life--I'm half content to let those demons keep the damn thing. Mysdia says that if any demon should set foot on our shores, their magicks will annhilate them. Ego, of course, but I sleep easier at night because of it.
Still...this unsettling feeling won't leave me. Gods help us, maybe it's just paranoia. I hope so. My dreams of late have been...disturbing. I see a cyclone, howling like a foul beast, and inside it---a fortress, built out of the bones of my kinsmen...
Gods help us all if my premonitions be true.
---Diary of Hilda IV, Queen of Flynn.