Evec Baudelaire's Journal.
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_(The following book is a brown, leatherbound journal, titled "My Travels to Narfell, by Evec Baudelaire." It is very well kept and clean. The paper is white, and not yellow, the ink is dark, and not faded. Clean, and well kept, are the keywords here, dear reader.)
Prelude.
_Before you dwell into my thoughts and opinions about certain Narfell folk, areas, encounters and other gossipish rumors, dear reader, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Evec Baudelaire. I am a writer, birthed and raised in the fine city of Waterdeep. The reason for which I've displaced myself to Narfell is simple; I crave knowledge.I had learned everything my parents had to teach me, and it was simply not enough. We said our goodbyes and I made my way to this wondrous land called Narfell. I've only just arrived. I've met a few very friendly people, too. I believe I will be staying here for some time, perhaps even, oh cherished lector, finally finish my tedious reading and studying and reach a level of knowledge I could only dream of.
The arcane. But let's be done with these silly ramblings, you know enough of me to start reading my journal. I hope you enjoy my personal thoughts, opions… and, also, as you earlier read, gossipish things and rumors._
_Entry 1: You can never appreciate the good without the bad.
_I've finally arrived at the grand city they call the "Jewel of the Icelace," also known as Peltarch. It's a fine metropolis with many, many interesting folk. However, my cheerfull, otherwise unstained and perfectly enjoyable, arrival was shortlived. Why, just as I entered the commons I encountered a Beshaban! She wore red clothing, and when I asked if she could spare some time, she asked me when I had last prayed to her vile diety! The nerve of some folk. Fortunatly, (and yes, I write the word simply to spite the foul god just mentioned) she was the only one about.The other company I've observed seems much more suitable to my fancy. Take, for instance, that charming red haired woman I met in the nars. She wore purple robes, I believe, and she was travelling with another nice fellow. Why, he even granted me a strength spell for my later heavy lifting. Another man was there as well, he had blondish hair and wore white and blue robes, – oh, perhaps he is a Mystran or a Azuthan? I'll have to ask him about it later. But that woman... I wonder what her name is? Something about her is strangely intruiging. In any case, I hope I speak to these three again sometime soon.___
