All right... I've been prompted into this, and since I've never been able to resist an opportunity for a laugh, I decided to go through with it. From now on, you will have a unique chance to read Catelyn Hawke's diary, as she comments on making her way through the torturous slog in Kirkwall. The diary will be presented exactly as Catelyn wrote it: as disconnected entries in no particular order, originally written on sheets of water-proof vellum and kept hidden at random places around Kirkwall, usually under loose paving stones where certainly no-one would notice.