From the most recent journal of Y’raya Shul, the last few having been unfortunately misplaced.
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Every time I walk into the Drowning Wench, I feel oddly at home. I mean, sure, the sea air sometimes takes a little adjusting. Maybe just because I've spent so much time in the desert. I just love that the people here are just a little rougher around the edges. My kind of people.
I'm not saying that Ul'dah doesn't have that type. Oh, we've got that type aplenty. It's just a little more downplayed. Underneath the surface. Wouldn't be good to advertise in a town under guard to that degree. I mean here the Yellowjackets keep the peace and all, but in when you’re in Limsa you don't always feel like you need to hide that you're a little shifty.
Soon I'll head back to Ul'dah again. Out here running an errand for an old friend. Going to enjoy the seafood while I still can. I really need to get that sorted when I'm in Thanalan. It's not like I can't get to Vesper Bay easily enough, it's just out of the way, and I'm lazy.
Still, there's a ways to go before home, and I'm sure once I get there, trouble will be waiting. Maybe I can find some soon.
