–Drein’s Journal–
I have always been stone-hearted and preferred to avoid people – such is the life of an assassin. My world of hiding what I can do, what I practice, is different from this one. This world has people like me, but they express their magic freely; unafraid of any consequence, there are no soldiers at their tents as they awaken, no law to suppress their knowledge of magic. I still no not how I came to be here, I have no memory of the events leading up to arriving here (although my long-term does not seem to be affected).
While the time I spent with the people of “Meadowmere” has been short, I do feel a sure difference between them and the fellow survivors in my homeland (who would sell me out in the blink of an eye) – the people of this camp have shown kindness and politeness, but have not carried through the same manner I recognize of an assassins ruse.
These people have me puzzled as to their meanings, but I have no doubt that they are more innocent than I can imagine from my world.
I have decided to leave this encampment to explore this new world; for better or for worse. I must understand this world if I want to understand the nature of this camp. I no not if I will return, but I do know that this place gives me a feeling I haven’t felt in many years.
The feeling of a family.
I hope they don’t see me leave..