A small black book lays open in a light tone hand, a quill dipping into a bottle of red ink before touched against the pages inside. Very neat handwriting could be seen... if only found by others some how.... but for now only for the eyes of this creature.
"The sea is peaceful, the sky pitched black, and the lands of sundren will soon be upon me. Something has drawn me to these lands, something of Colibrus will perhaps? Maybe. I do not understand why i travel so far from my home other then a feeling. Will there be others? Most likely. For now i should relax untill we hit land, though i believe a meal wouldn't be so bad just before hand. Perhaps a reminder of the deadly powers of Colibrus people, a meal of the captain? No. The Cook? No."
"A lost soul that seeks to find power... wealth... or simple exploration? Yes. Low profile would be best in new lands, not till i find what is needed to be found... .... A storm seem to be starting, a wonderful time for a quick bite."
"The sea is peaceful, the sky pitched black, and the lands of sundren will soon be upon me. Something has drawn me to these lands, something of Colibrus will perhaps? Maybe. I do not understand why i travel so far from my home other then a feeling. Will there be others? Most likely. For now i should relax untill we hit land, though i believe a meal wouldn't be so bad just before hand. Perhaps a reminder of the deadly powers of Colibrus people, a meal of the captain? No. The Cook? No."
"A lost soul that seeks to find power... wealth... or simple exploration? Yes. Low profile would be best in new lands, not till i find what is needed to be found... .... A storm seem to be starting, a wonderful time for a quick bite."
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