Mama,
I'm writing this journal to give to you when we meet again. I met someone who gave me the idea that I really like. Her name is Lyça and she's very pretty. We actually met because she's the person who runs the message shop in the city. I was waiting for your message and we started eating meals together and talked about lots of stuff. I think you'd like her because she's not only pretty, but she has a good head on her shoulders, as you'd say. She is also an elf which is pretty neat because I haven't met too many elves besides the Malevia's on the outskirts of Warwikhamp.
Anyway I hope you're doing well. I think about you and the townspeople every day. I'm staying safe for the most part and trying to meet and understand new people but everyone is different so it's hard. Like we have a lizardfolk who uses and eats parts of dead bodies (but it's ok) and a tabaxi who used to be able to use magic but then went to dream court and now they can't. We have an orc who is very strange, but I think it's because he died for 50 years and we have an elf who can talk to animals and has a wolf as a son. Actually a lot of them can talk to animals, including our polar bear named Gunk who is very good. The world is so big, mom and I have been scared a couple of times but I know that you'd be proud of what I'm doing.