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Journal Entry Number Eighteen

While on my way to Leringard, I passed by Fort Llast as always, making my way, I noticed a memorandum posted outside the temple of Toran. Curious as to what it said, I took a glance at it and read it with haste. I was struck by a flurry of emotions and I immediately departed from the vile temple and made my way into Leringard. Boarding the ship to Hurm, I could not help but contemplate on these emotions that swirled within me like an unending vortex. I was happy, amused, and somewhat disappointed, knowing that Sion is being petitioned for execution and that I wasn’t even able to toy with him. I offered him safe haven and he spat on me, such a pitiful creature to be executed. I wonder though how they might end his life entirely since he is bound to the stones.

As much as I don’t care about the commoners, I loathed them even more after reading the note. I am being aggravated by these nuisances, and they keep making things harder for me. They referred to Sion as well as my kind as animals, and yet they’re not that different from my kind; rather they prey on Sion because they outnumber him. Instead of harassing the defenseless creature, why don’t they venture into The Deep and wage a war against all the Dark Elf houses? If they can fight as much as they prey on the pitiful creature, why don’t they mount a counterattack instead of unleashing all their hate on their little scapegoat? Obviously they can’t, for they have such minimal numbers and frail bodies, they have no other talents aside from their mediocre crafts. Now I have to think of more ways of subterfuge to make my way through the continents; these commoners are such a nuisance, just like the Toranites. If I am identified, I shall give them a more elaborate reason to fear my kind, and I shall treat them like the animals they are.