Kept on Helen's person in a false bottom of a box

The inside cover It has always been this way, I feel nothing, only at times I feel something slight. The strongest ones being greed and rage, I can only help but smile as I fool everyone, No one will suspect it. I must fuel the greed.

Prior pages appear to be ripped out abruptly leaving only a small paragraph half-ripped out of the book

...those pages are gone for good, I need not to have them kept anywhere but my mind should it happen, but it will not unless I make a mistake.

I have found the slave town I have heard rumors from since I was a small child. The denizens are so naive, they will be easy to fool. A small appetizer for the only true emotions in this world.

Plenty of opportunities for it to grow stronger, bigger, more powerful. I will see to it that I take all the opportunities I have at my disposal, and I will choose which best suits my needs. It shall be simple.

After witnessing a very poorly organized and uninteresting tournament, a sending was made by the Prince Montezzi himself. He requested a Half-Orc assassin that recently tried to kill him to meet with him to converse. It was an uninteresting event to witness, Not worth any more time writing down.

I met a most peculiar elf, Dhozair, We witnessed the previous event together, and struck up a conversation about the events occurring. It was quite easy to lie directly to his face. A simple smile seemed to keep any suspicions at bay. Body language can do wonders for shielding things, or revealing others.

It seems his view of myself is quite an odd one. He believes I am an assassin. I haven't done that type of work since The writing abruptly stops and is crossed out

I've met with Prince Montezzi, Details are not for this book.

The work to gain power is beginning, soon enough I will hold power, though still remain unknown.

I have met with one Aoth Assadan for a conversation at The Grotto. He is a merchant of sorts. He desires to raise a family. During our meeting I played the pipe organ The Grotto has. It has been such a long time since I have played such a grand instrument. It appears of the papers I have disposed of I removed the one that reminded myself of my third emotion, Which is expressed through sound.

It has been some time since I have returned to the slave city, the town is doomed regardless, it has gotten what it deserves, and the general attitude of the denizens is arrogance, they will get what they deserve, death, whether it is from the drow, the illithid and their thralls, or the chosen. They will die.