[Salone]

Eduardo withdrew in on himself, producing an exquisite journal and self contained writing utensil. Opening the journal, he flipped to an empty page, choosing to ignore the fact that he was writing his thoughts on a processed version of his own skin.

Dear Diary,

Today I set out on my excursion with the previously mentioned guild that I will be patronizing. Results have been...mixed. We toured farmlands earlier to start the ordeal with, and were beset upon by bandits. While every person of the group brings something unique to the table, I fear their divisiveness and lack of regard for each other will be their undoing, and fear for their professionalism. Most of all, I fear for the one called 'Gambooge', as his legs have been the target of the loose siege weapon known as Tsaerri. She is a terrifying Mesmer, and I now know that they are simply not party tricks to be hired for my birthday, as I have been doing for the last ten years.

I am concerned about the Charr. He never addresses me and rarely speaks to others, but every situation he comes across reminds him of something else, and throws him in to a rage. I watched him beat a man to death across the face with potatoes. It took several minutes. The man most likely deserved it, as he was attempting to burgle the farm we came across. And while they were more than adequate to dispatch the bandits we have met, their clashing and sudden feelings of morality for those they slay leaves me wondering if perhaps I have made a mistake. We are currently taking a break after dispatching some sort of creature known as an 'ooze', a jelly thing with no motives in life. The mesmer is off purging herself from the uncleanness of one, while the others lick their wounds. Or in Gambooge's case, shins. The amount of collateral damage they cause is also staggering. The charr with the PTSD symptoms carries a flamethrower of all things. I shudder to think what his lack of discretion could lead to with such a thing.

I eagerly await to see what will happen when Tsaerri returns. She seems to have a spat with the economically challenged one, Syrgei. He appears to be helpful, but she rebuffs his assistance and retorts against him most violently. I am confused, but am given to suspect that it may be part of the human mating ritual. What odd creatures, designed so imperfectly they must absorb raw materials from other humans. Rather flawed design, but it cannot be helped. I just hope her feelings for attraction to this...er, specimen do not interfere with the work she has been employed for.


He looked up, thinking to himself.

I believe in the circumstances when one human is attempting to mate with the other, it is customary for friends and associates to bestow gifts upon them. I shall present her with a tribute to show my approval. I hope one thousand gold is an appropriate amount, I can never remember if it has enough zeroes.