=The following page has some Tien words interspersed in it, as well as some stains, some of which appear to be eggnog, and others being pudding=
Well, that’s done… I buried Wilhelm on the riverbank near where I buried Mishka. It took some doing, and I had to convince Varro to not come with me, but… well.
I kind of feel weird about the whole thing; we fought that hag but I didn’t really get to ask her anything. I know that that kind of resolves the whole thing, but I figured she would have something to say. I’m left with more questions about Mishka and her life, but now everyone who knows is dead. I hope Mishka will be able to tell me, I intend to return to the riverbank late tonight, then leave town in the morning. Oregent calls to me, but so does this task. I guess I can be a little too tenacious when something vexes me.
What else about that land… spent some time in jail, learned some more things about the world… uh, put on a bit more weight……
To be honest, when I ran into Senseis Quinlan and Berenfoodle in Falcon’s Hollow when I arrived today, I was embarrassed when Berenfoodle commented on how fat I’ve gotten. Quinlan spoke more cautiously (he always was more soft-spoken and, dare I say it, wise than Berenfoodle), stating that I was running too hard away from my former strict adherence toward avoiding excess; that I must “find the balance”. I found myself laughing nervously and feeling…. well…. deep within, I felt a voice saying that it was no business of theirs. I mean, in hindsight I feel that my immediate reaction was way out of line (thankfully I only thought it and held my tongue), but at the same time, am I not allowed to enjoy food and life? I feel like I’ve been restrained for so much of my existence!
I dove into a pretty big meal afterward, I’m afraid to say (still feeling pretty full)… I’m just not sure what to do, now. Sensei Quinlan doesn’t know the half of it; I am aware I am eating a lot of food…. I’m not entirely sure what’s an appropriate amount, though. Actually, a lot of those sort of things are still unknown to me. I’m simply eating an amount my body is telling me to eat. I don’t really think it’s fair that I be expected to eat so little that I’m constantly hungry just because others feel I’m fat. Sure, yes, I am heavier. I also feel a lot healthier! I mean, let’s just see if an assassin vine can wring my neck now! And really, where were my allies, so quick to judge me now, when that happened?? They just watched me die; Leon especially! Not even a word of thanks, he instead goes off and gets into trouble! I just kind of let it go, but I’m starting to wonder why? Nobody had a damned thing to say!
…. You know, since returning here, I’m going to look into where he went. He disappeared during Drazmorg’s siege, but the last thing I heard was that he was found in town while we went back to deal with Merlokrep, then went missing again during the shakeup with Kreed’s little regime falling. … I will inquire where he was last seen and see if he isn’t still skulking about. Sheesh! It’s just… you buy someone’s life with yours and they act as though it were something they deserved, casting aside the meaning such an action carries!
To be honest, I didn’t realize it bothered me this much until now. If I find that kid I’m going to have a few words with him!
=The next page, she seems to have arrived back on point after a paragraph or two of complaints about everyone from Varro to Amarro (though she has very little negative to say about him, mostly grousing about how she seems to be invisible to him)=
…. the cold of that country Irrisen… ugh, I never want to feel that cold again! If I was as skinny as I used to be, I don’t think I would have survived that; the others seemed absolutely frigid by comparison to how toasty I was feeling at times.
You know, since discovering that pudding stuff and that, uh… “rumboozle” on the trip, I’ve really been craving more! I think I’ll see if Jak has any when I return to the inn tonight. Yes, that’s what I’ll do: I’ll have a big supper, go see if Mishka is still on the riverbank later tonight, then return and have some pudding! Oh, I’m so excited!
=The following day’s entry notes how she didn’t get the opportunity, as she over-ate at Jak-a’-Napes and fell asleep at her table. This resulted in a young girl on the staff having to move her to her rented room when they closed for the evening, as she proved difficult to wake in her food-stuffed exhaustion (she skims this explanation, talking about the exhaustion of a busy day as a likely reason). In the following week, she never seems to actually get after tracking down Leon, her entries becoming more and more focused on some astoundingly big meals she’s eating – discussing the flavors of the exciting new foods – and the paranoia she’s descending into, culminating in her eventually seeming to forget about the scolding she’d wanted to give Leon and heading back to Oregent to have some sort of “discussion” with Amarro… it seems likely that she was drunk while writing said entry.=