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One of the professors at the academy loved to add this one comment to his lectures; "A true scholar records everything." The statement is up for debate, but I do find the habit quite beneficial. It enhances my cognitive functions, improves my penmanship, and also gives me something to do when the night rolls around. Critically speaking, it is a great investment of my time.
 
It was not long ago that I embarked on this journey, if I closed my eyes, I could still feel myself in the walls of that library. Stuck and suffocated. Like a mouse in a trap. Perhaps it affects me more than I let on, I try not to think to much about it. I arrived in the city of Arkhar per the request of a certain Mayor Ornelious. The details are vague but one thing was certain, it was a place of interest. Louki seemed to share this idea. And so we travelled to the island of Avalon where Arkhar was situated.
 
On a rather surprising turn of events, I had found myself in a company with some strange individuals. One Kuko of the family of Norgantia, a mad man who has a robot that tags along with him. One Luka of the family of Levia, with a rather adept understanding of magic. And a man named Banny, I do not personally have much of an opinion on this man. It was merely by chance that I had been involved with this company, though I cannot say their presence had not been helpful. Louki, on the other hand, has much to say. If only one could silence the comments of their patrons, my most adored would have my head for that statement.
 
There is much I have to learn about magic, I cannot be slacking off. Yet one does need to rest.
 
Kazek Korhononen Whedlen