This journal is immaculate, each page is pressed and the script is flowing cursive. It smells faintly of flake cigarette smoke.
Entry One27th Marpenoth, Year 152 Voting Begins
I feel there is no better time to record my thoughts, than at the busiest and most stressful time of the term. A moment's respite and a chance to rid myself of some of the thoughts and memories jumbled in the mess that is my brain.
Voting begins, once again. A time of great stress and unrest. Already, there have been attempts to slander my name. I was rather unprepared, even shocked, due to the extreme lack of such underhanded techniques in the previous term's election. Despite this, I feel I handled the situation respectably.
The situation with Macasta and his men has worsened. My father deemed it fit to assign me two guards to my quarters. I feel he fears for my safety, in case Macasta decides against more slights against my mother's honour, and turns to physical violence. I doubt this will ever be the case, as both houses have reputations to uphold.
Crowshire continues to infuriate me, yet I find myself being somewhat civil to him, of late. It seems my hatred of him has been dulled, by some otherworldy force.
Plans for my expedition have slowed to a halt, it seems. With the current situation in Sanctuary, my entire time is devoted to upholding the Council Charter. Perhaps in the near future, I can devote more time to the passions which keep my mind sharp, and my sanity unfrayed.
Appointments
- Agent Ilis Whitewell for dinner/bath
- Faenor Breena Watchever for lunch
- Chairman Crowshire, pointless meeting
- Riesse Opalshore, general chit-chat
- Ordinant Ricco Jones, Sand Caverns Mapping