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Journal Entry 1:
My distraught at my fathers recent demise leaves my old journal with his body in the hopes that when his spirit travels on, there is somewhere a memory of me. Since that is the case, I will move on to creating a new journal. This one, of my life as it will be from now on. Who I was is gone, who I will be and what I will be is what will be recorded in here.
And today, I am surprised. Upon my first visit to Viridale Forest, I come upon an Exigo encampment where there was one of Sundren's fine Leggionaires. Normally righteous, courteous, and up front, this one was angered because a member of the company of Exigo wouldn't simply (and blindly) answer questions.
While, he did in fact answer them, they seemed to not be the answers that the Dwarf from the normally Noble-bearing company was looking for. It was almost as if he couldn't handle hearing that the human was actually innocent and not the man he was looking for. Each time the human answered him, he repeated his question. Growing more and more angry every time when the human did not answer to what he wanted to hear.
It seemed that as time went on, I began to speak up, repeating the answers the human had already given. Making a point to the Dwarf that the human was answering.
I think, with the thought process that another was around and willing to stand up to him for being in the wrong he stomped off - clearly unhappy. While I would enjoy walking the length of this area, I would I think enjoy paying a visit to the capital of this little area and speaking with his supervisor about his representation of the Leggionaires.
The Human and I spoke with each other for quite a while, and he seemed genuinely taken aback when I offered my hand to him in friendship. I think I shall have to get to know this member of Exigo while I try and advance my arts and abilities under the guidance of the Hands of Mundus.
At any rate, the storm seems to be getting worse, so I think I shall let this candle be blown out for a final time tonight and move on to my meditations before moving about on the morrow.
May Corellon's guiding light protect me.
My distraught at my fathers recent demise leaves my old journal with his body in the hopes that when his spirit travels on, there is somewhere a memory of me. Since that is the case, I will move on to creating a new journal. This one, of my life as it will be from now on. Who I was is gone, who I will be and what I will be is what will be recorded in here.
And today, I am surprised. Upon my first visit to Viridale Forest, I come upon an Exigo encampment where there was one of Sundren's fine Leggionaires. Normally righteous, courteous, and up front, this one was angered because a member of the company of Exigo wouldn't simply (and blindly) answer questions.
While, he did in fact answer them, they seemed to not be the answers that the Dwarf from the normally Noble-bearing company was looking for. It was almost as if he couldn't handle hearing that the human was actually innocent and not the man he was looking for. Each time the human answered him, he repeated his question. Growing more and more angry every time when the human did not answer to what he wanted to hear.
It seemed that as time went on, I began to speak up, repeating the answers the human had already given. Making a point to the Dwarf that the human was answering.
I think, with the thought process that another was around and willing to stand up to him for being in the wrong he stomped off - clearly unhappy. While I would enjoy walking the length of this area, I would I think enjoy paying a visit to the capital of this little area and speaking with his supervisor about his representation of the Leggionaires.
The Human and I spoke with each other for quite a while, and he seemed genuinely taken aback when I offered my hand to him in friendship. I think I shall have to get to know this member of Exigo while I try and advance my arts and abilities under the guidance of the Hands of Mundus.
At any rate, the storm seems to be getting worse, so I think I shall let this candle be blown out for a final time tonight and move on to my meditations before moving about on the morrow.
May Corellon's guiding light protect me.
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