Journal Of A Hound Pt 2

Dear Journal,
The boats were delayed yet another few days. I grow tired of this endless waiting. I had been on the passage back to Regalia from the front originally but the bastards and their scheduling failures decided to forget my name on the roster, delaying me an extra week. However! All this plague talk has got people worked up about "health and wellness". Now bugs are getting pregnant as well? I know the strength of science are endless but is there ever a point where it is going to far? To massacre one to ressurect another? Dakkar were useful. Never really saw much from the Circci, hopefully they make themselves useful to the military of the Empire.
Anyway dear journal, how are you today? Your pages feel damp, are you also sweating in this blasted heat? A cloth tent can only protect so much and a binding on a healing wound can only protect so much. How is your leather holding up? Perhaps I will need to restitch you in due time. I know that I needed it a bit ago. My spear arm is healing, I should be able to pick up my weapon and return to combat practice again within the first day of next week so we shall see. I have been keeping up with my routine, a cycle my father used to do but I have adapted for current times.
4 mile run
CD1, CD2, CD3
Strength and Mobility
Endurance
Then finally 60 120s.
The workout of a soldier continues to strengthen my body everyday, soon I shall be as big as mountains. I already have the Tongue of fire breathers so this is simply aiding my legendary tales. I will return again soon to tell you of the days dear journal. Till then, Far Vel.

Ivar Valdemar, the Fire Tongued Hound