Third Day of March

Dear Diary,
Yesterday, I decided to start afresh. This beautiful day marks a new chapter in my life, and as such it is only right to start a new book! Today has been unseasonably warm, with winds from the east blowing into town from over the desert. Everything is covered in a strange red dust which I can only assume is sand from the Hazy Desert itself. Some of the more suspicious folk around town like to think that it is a sign of oncoming disaster from the devil itself, but as you know I am above such idiocy.
I have a new shipment coming in later this week. Urmug is excellent at what he does, but he has got to be the slowest moving half-orc I have ever met! I like to joke with our colleagues that his mother was a slug and his father a tortoise, but I doubt he'd take kindly to these jests in person.
But beloved diary, this shipment is like no other; I cannot help my impatience when such a valuable treasure is so nearly within my grasp. The girl was found wandering the streets of Whiterock two weeks ago, despite the trip taking most travellers half the time. I understand he has to take incredible caution with a package as slippery as her, but I am simply not used to such slow deliveries. However I guess I should have expected as much with her.
Until next time, dear diary.