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[Nisah 29th, IY 7789]

Nisah 29th, IY 7789
The White League won. Tasnim says I shouldn't worry. That they do not seek to cause strife with the 4th Legion. My kinder nature tells me to believe her in this.

My truer nature tells me that's a load of shit.

The Banda Rossa are empowered now, especially after the treaty. So long as it's not a Recluta messing up, it'll be next to impossible to take them to court unless our new Legate is in the mood for backstabbing political allies. If that happens... I could respect that.

But that won't happen. Luther will go and axe someone he's paid to kill and we'll try all we can to see justice met out. It'll avail to naught, but at least we can say we tried.

In brighter news, I finally remembered something else about myself.

Turns out, I was a little shit as a kid. Pickpocketing, stealing food from vendors, throwing sand in people's eyes. Didn't have much else to do I think. Only place I had to go was some barely put together place in the slums. An orphanage I think? Lot of other kids there, not enough adults to keep us all in line.

That's where I met her. The only other kid like me. Pointed ears, but not pointed enough.

What was her name?

[Nisah 24th, IY 7789]

Nisah 24th, IY 7789
Been a few days. A few messy days. The situation with Grenth's murder got complicated. Our main suspect in the case got taken out by the brigands of the Banda. A job they of course only did for gold. We took the perpetrators in after finding the body... or what could constitute as one. They denied of course wrong-doing, least till the trial finished. Their inability to keep their mouths shut after the trial's concluded shows they don't have the slightest understanding of what justice is.

To think people would actually listen and provide them money to make up for the fines paid because of this... sickening.

I didn't know Grenth well, but he's one of the few I've met since awakening that was genuine in their pursuit of 'good'. He'll be missed.

The handwriting is less clean for the following.

The moon blazing and burning as the night sky tries to eat it alive.

The handwriting returns to normal.

Maybe the stress is getting to me.

[Nisah 21st, IY 7789]

Tucked away neatly in one of the many shared chests in the 4th Legion Garrison's bunks lays a humble journal with a big title imprinted upon it. The writing contained within is neat and tidy, the words and punctuation maintaining a calm measure to reflect the writer.

Nisah 21st, IY 7789
I hope this helps me clear my head. It's been a few weeks now since I found myself awakening beneath this blistering sun, since I made the long trek thinking that I was dead, that I was in hell for something I could not remember. Instead, I found my way to this city. I put myself to work quickly. Gold was valuable for lodgings, and keeping myself busy meant keeping my mind at ease. To find myself facing, danger bow in hand, was strangely calmer than to walk the streets on my own. To question who I was. Why I was here.

I don't have answers. I hope I find them someday.

I joined the Janissaries. They said those that join the 4th Legion is to suffer the Misfortune. That they were destined to die to one thing or another. For some it must be a hard choice to join. A risk. For me, there is none. If I die, then that's simply it then. There is nothing for me to lose. If I live then... maybe I do something good with this existence of mine.

I think that's enough melancholy for one day.

As far as answers towards who I was before I came here. I did have a dream the other night. In it there was a girl, with ears like mine. I remember feeling a sort of kinship with her. She offered me bread, which I took. I felt guilty as I ate it. I was hungry, but I knew she was too. I still ate the bread though.

I hope she's doing alright.