*this journal is in very crappy handwriting* *this is his most recent entries* Damn it been down in lower for five years and no one has lended me a single coin. Im going to take advice and get a job.

I went to the sleeping pyrimo I am suspicious about that illithid but you got to admit hes a great enchanter and collects some tough monsters.

Ah hells what mess have I gotten myself into now all cause of those damn great magical implants am I exiled from sanctuary. Yet even as an exiled I have to eat this rothe crap and still Sanctuary is evil but it forces you to stay there I hate this exile and I hate The watch.

*whats left of the journal is now ash as Mart has burned to death in his tiger eye armor.