Found here, articles of writing which might be found on the person of the human, Kassan Rift.

The last couple of days have been so busy that I've hardly had time to write! I had mind enough, though, to pick up a fresh journal, to commemorate a fresh start. First things first though - finally, I've found some real employment! I can't imagine I was brought along for any reason other then the talents I've been spending so much time developing; it finally seems as if I have some sort of skill with which to make my way down here, in Sanctuary. Granted, I fell in with a rather unpleasent crowd.. but it did pay off in the end.. and with luck I'll never see their type again. Also, I'm beginning work on this novella of mine; it's been in my head for quite some time, but I've never really taken it upon myself to put it down in hardcopy - always been an undertaking I wanted to perform someday, but hadn't had a chance to up until now. There are so many things I have planned for it.. so many places I could take it. Well, anyhow. Ah... and I imagine someone who will not be named, will be most upset with me.. Ozzymandius, my long-time friend, and winged-stomach, was s lain yesterday eve.. It's sort of funny really.. We were both worn out, after a job, you see. And I thought to tend to his wounds in my room at the Rock Bottom. I've never seen these watchmen do anything interesting besides shake in their boots, and fend off duty with not-so clever interpretation of the laws. As I passed through the common area, I heard only a shout, and turned to see the sentry of the Rockbottom grinning triumphantly, pulling his cruel weapon from the unsuspecting back of Oz.. Well. Thats that as they say.