Erik's Additional Character Depth

*Erik Redhorn settles in for another evening at his desk to update his ever-growing journal. Erik pours himself a little wine and begins writing after lighting a well-used candle which resides on the back end of his desk*.
 
I was cleaning one of the magical laboratory areas in the mage tower last night and I noticed that there was a treasure chest left in one of the corners of the room. It had not been removed, or otherwise put away as the students should have done. I felt a considerable chill down my spine as I gazed upon it, for I feared it might have been a mimic that they were working with. I insisted that one of the students come and assist me in putting it away, and I do not believe I will live down the moment. Vaeril, that tall golden haired elven mage I see around occasionally, would not stop mocking me when he had learned that I feared anything might be a mimic. I personally believe it is reasonable that I am cautious of inanimate objects, I will never forget that poor wood elf, Keryth I think was her name, that was eaten by a mimic only two months ago.
 
It was a very sad day for the school when she was discovered the next morning, or at least what was left of her. Apparently one of the student mages had managed to discover how to turn one of the chairs into a mimic and forgot to do away with it, and Keryth had attempted to sit on it.
 
*Erik rummages through his pack which currently sat on the floor next to his chair and pulled a carrot out of the backpack. As he began chomping on the carrot, he thought of how much he loved the particular orange vegetable and how the smell reminded him of home.*
 
I do miss working with my mother and her herbal wagon in the market ward, but at least it is not a far stroll to the market from the school tower. Thankfully this allows me to occasionally visit mother and also acquire carrots and other items that my master might need. Father said that he was doing very well among the city guard lately and has been promoted to Seargent of the watch. I am very proud of him and his skills in defending us from the occasional goblinoids and feral gnome incursions.
 
I am grateful for all that Master Fogflaw has taught me since I joined his service here at the tower. The magical art which he has been trained in is similar to what is taught here in Aragoth, but also so very different in how he worships and seeks the moons of his homeland. I believe he misses them on occasion as he is always talking about returning but has yet to do so.
 
*Erik finishes his carrot and toss the end of it into a trash bin across from his desk and then continues his writing*.
 
Oh, and then there was that incident a few days ago when I was helping Ruby dig through the old storage room a few doors down. Ruby moved to grab a bag that laid on top of one of the old wooden crates. I had practically screamed and said, "Ruby wait"! She looked at me as though I was crazy but then I explained, "What if it is another mimic, those nasty creatures can be anything". Ruby gave me a narrowed eye look and went back to getting the bag, and believe it or not, the crate came alive and swallowed the old bag!
 
Ruby leaped back out of range of the creature, and then realized I had already moved to the entrance and was quickly backing out of the room. She fussed at me and said for me to get in there and help her, but no, I said I was not getting ate like the wood elf. Ruby did manage to contain the mimic and some fellow wizards came along and helped her finish it off. I swore that I was not going back into that storeroom until it was thoroughly investigated for any remaining mimics.
 
I was chided by my master for not helping, of course, and he berated me for such an "irrational" fear. I am not going to be ate by one of those creatures though. If there is any reason, I should fear there is a mimic about, then I will be cautious.
 
Master Jirvis, a couple of his students and I journeyed out to the Arborwich Forest a week ago and met with the Satry community who reside on the outskirts of Frandyln. It is hard to believe that I spent five years living with their community, learning their culture, and language at the bequest of my master. Apparently, my master was requested to come out and aid the village with a small group of nasty gnomes that were attacking their fauns while they were out collecting herbs and such. It was not a hard task for my master and his students. I of course, made sure that I stayed out of the way although there was a moment when I was able to prove myself. I noticed a gnome was sneaking up on one of the students and I was able to teleport myself behind the gnome. Once there I was able to call on the spell "Command" and force the gnome to grovel which gave the student the opportunity to dispatch the little monster.