I had left Ar in the guise of a man two nights before I came upon the man in his camp late at night. So far my guise is safe, but I think he has become suspicious of my gender as well as my intentions of being there. The man's name is Edhrahil... its a name that reminds me of home. The highlands of Scotland. Lord how I wish I could just find a slaver with a vessel to take me home. It is so hard to wander and pretend. I can not be a free woman in the sence of veils and robes and propriety forever.. It's just against all I have been taught since I was brought here. The man has said we, being those in his camp, should bathe less we attrack sleen or thalarion. I am writing in my book until the others return so I can bathe alone and keep my tidbits out of the view of prying eyes. It seams however this gentleman does not think it prudent that I bathe alone... there has to be some way I can convince him otherwise.