Entry xxx
(???, ??th of ??? 4721 AR)
It feels like an age since I last put pen to paper. Consciously, at least.
Nothing has changed and everything has changed. This place is still just as dangerous but now in the unfortunate way where I am entirely aware of the gravity of the situation.
Of all the filth that could have slithered its way out of the dark it had to be serpent folk. I’m in more danger than I’d like and were it not for the near unfettered access to magic for the first time in my life… I’d simply leave.
This place needs a stronger hand, a more direct and concerted effort to educate and safeguard. Nearly all of the teachers can’t or won’t speak in straight sentences and spin everything in riddles and the ones that don’t i’d rather didn’t speak at all.
Our little group seems to have found itself in the middle of a lot of this morass… They cope well. Ruin especially seems to thrive when things aren’t going quite right. She’s softer than she first appears though.
Cuali is still in need of some lessons, the idealism needs to be wrung out of that boy like a wet rag before he gets killed.
Malnar… Malnar I have yet to figure out, He lets me borrow his spellbook when I need it. So he’s alright in my book… But he always looks at me like he’s expecting me to get a joke he told 6 weeks ago.
The new kids? Too competent.
Anyway, Disgruntled shopkeepers. I’ll need to find a way to keep these written thoughts more secret.