i am having an incredibly difficult time adapting to life as a slave. i frequently refer to myself by my birth name, as opposed to my slave name. despite spending some time in study, i still mess up simple things like the greeting. Having grown up wealthy, i have a poor grasp of chores, and of late, i've been blanking out when given specific orders. i was at my lowest, though, tonight, when the caravan was attacked. i sought shelter in one of the freight wagons, releasing a large crate to hide behind it. Unfortunately, once the battle was over, i forgot to resecure the crate or the smaller containers on top of it. When the wagon jerked to a start, those containers toppled over, shattering, and spilling their contents. no one has discovered this yet, but i fear it is only a mater of time...