RE: The Journal of Brac'ar Fireface, dwarven wizard, tailor and scribe ENTRY 10
Brac'ar sits on the edge of his bed, looking at a blue gem that glitters somewhat and is slightly warm at the touch he places it on the desk and takes out his journal. "In case anything ever happens to me and I am lost, you might be able to use this to track me down. Not that I'm planning on getting lost, mind you." That's what she said when she gave me the gem that lies in front of me now. It is some kind of magical stone, attuned toÂher soul, possible even containing some part of it. I think that's the first time somebody has ever entrusted a piece of somebody's soul to me. I also think that's one of the few times that I actually heard her say 'you' instead of 'ye'. He chuckles. I will not lose this stone, Reventage D'vinn,Âand I hope that I'll never need it to come get you from wherever you got yourself lost in.
Laughing at the last remark he wrote, he closes his journal, takes Rev'sÂsoulstone from the desk, he puts it in one of his robes many pockets and goes down to have dinner in the common room. |