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A leatherbound journal, dyed a brick color. The edges are worn, and the original pages are a weathered yellow. Added pages, interspersed throughout, contrast it in a bright white. Slips of paper, bookmarks, notes and other odd scraps interject the pages. Keeping place for… (well who knows really? Who knows but him?)

Empty Guild badge slots line the inside cover. An array of different shapes: triangles, hexagons and diamonds. A perfect fit, creating a beautiful… albeit empty pattern.
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It’s the journal of an earlier Thorsteinsson, left to decay in the family library no one visited. Well, never visited to do any reading, at least. Deplorable.

There were many journals such as this, but none could quite catch Quinn’s interest the same way. Studying the pages, the plans within. When he could as a child, and when he could after his… ‘accident’ and now his to keep, in ‘death’. 

‘Dead’ to a family that wouldn’t miss it, appreciate what was within. A shame he couldn’t have taken more with him… but this journal in particular had always been his favorite. 

No great loss. If he really wanted he could probably steal more. The ‘Thorsteinsson family’ none the wiser.
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Now… Now he uses it to record his thoughts. Future plans. Goals. To better understand people and their desires, after having lived isolated for so long. 

To record his findings. In magic, in engineering. In combining the two. What works, and better yet, why something doesn’t-