Red Journal: Journal Entries | I

12th, December xx22

 

I finally went into the guild. I had no plans to socialize, mingle with my fellow associates. But Bryndis insisted. 

I absentmindedly worked on something (which I later discarded) and was interrupted as I was called to join in their game. 'Truth or Dare'.

This woman dared me to kiss her, then pointed to her lips. My face probably went red. The purpose of this game must be humiliation.

 

I followed through with the ‘dare’… truthfully she did most of it. I don't see the fun behind such an activity. Likely the first and last time this will ever occur.

 

 

I met a small purple guy though. Large ears and with a thin tail. Short stature.

Likes shiny things. Perhaps he has a penchant for minor crime.

 

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21st, December xx22

 

Made my first sale at the guild today. 

Three of the ‘condensed magic capsules’ of all things. An elven woman with curly red hair bought three. I provided her with instruction and warnings of course. Don't need to be liable if they're misused.

 

‘Honest business’ I suppose. Well, it made Bryndis happy at least.

Maybe I should have charged more… 15 gold for the whole lot wasn't that much...

 

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25th, January xx23

 

The short purple, draconic woman’s child… sang an interesting little tune. Not age appropriate surely. A three month year old with the mannerisms of someone older. His mother said he had five years to become an adult. Perhaps a shorter lifespan, but only time will tell I suppose, should I have the misfortune to cross paths again.

 

-Babies: Do the ends justify the means...

-Family business is not a requirement. An apprentice or sell??

-Choosing a heir... difficult with surplus crotch goblins.

-Buy low, sell high, not exclusive to manufacturing.

 

Conversation moved to family. Interesting to reminisce. Apparently competition with your siblings is not a common family thing??

 

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29th, January xx23

 

Apparently… you lay flowers at graves of those you’re close to. Elves don’t pass very often, so I haven’t been to a proper funeral. The red demon does it for fallen comrades, his friends(?)

For me… I wouldn't call those people my friends... business partners maybe? I’d be surprised if flowers were laid at my grave, regardless. Maybe a sister or cousin still visits 'him', it, me, whatever. But that's just wishful thinking. I wasn't very close to anyone before I 'died' anyways. 

 

He probably gets flowers all the time.

 

Flowers for the living. Useless fragile things. They die quickly, serve little purpose.

For the dead… it's a gesture. For the benefit of those alive who carry grief.

 

 

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30th, January xx23

 

Had to memorize. Bad manners to have a notebook out in polite conversation. 

 

Fo, light purple, wings, and stripes. Lin, dark purple, short, light hair.

 

-‘A friend wants to be around you. But not because of what you can give them, if that’s why they’re around they’re a mooch.’

-’Trust and talk to’ Bare your soul, though??

-’Learn from one another, especially when you are leagues different.’

-Shake hands, exchange names. Seems rather arbitrary. That’s just basic business, formality in any case.

 

Fight for money… Maybe I can convince Bryndis to do it…

 

If your friend makes the friends... maybe I wouldn't need to make the friends…?

 

 

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9th, February xx23

 

Bryndis gave away the copper dragon I made. For free. Thankfully ‘Paiko’, as I believe he’s called, traded us two very interesting crystals from his world in exchange. Jump crystals. I’ll have to do some more research…

 

 

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24th, February xx23

 

Possible heist candidate/volunteer. Azerai. They might be too nice…

 

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