[scifibarbie]

My head has been so cluttered of late. Thinking of earth whisper, traveling into the deep, doing basher stuff.

Time seems to go by so fast, other times it just seems to stop.

Ive begun hunting demons and devils. Well..more like happened upon them and or they were summoned by dark elves. Either way, I won and have a few trophies gathered as Mr Omer suggested I do.

Once i have enough, Ill ask miss Tegan to sew them into my leathers. Make em look like they belong there. I think mr Omers input into that might help alot. It was his idea after all.

Thinking of Mr Omer, he keeps asking me to take him ot see the woman, the granddaughter of one of the 8 spellswords. The book she gave me, his journal with the blank pages, well..they arent really blank after all. He says he needs to find the key to the magic guarding its secrets. He has been able to make out a few things here and there, but his scrying hasnt lasted long enough to read more thena a sentence or two. Anyways, I guess ill be taking him to see her shortly.

Ive been pretty good about practicing the elvish lately. Im starting to understand alot more than just the standard lovey dovey platitudes most people use. Still, its hard to be all sing songy or whatever when i speak it. Im all stilted and miss Serissa says i need to get the rocks out of my mouth when i speak!

Dwarfen was so much easier!