   To say today has been confusing and unexpected would be a tremendous understatement. What I had thought would be a normal day was derailed the moment that Lren found me once again in the Quicksand. Persistent as ever and threatening to expose me should I not cooperate, I agreed to speak with him. Even though he led us to a place out in the open with plenty people milling about, I still have never felt quite so acutely exposed.
   As it happens, however, I may have been too quick to judge the man. He allowed me to explain myself, of what I knew of my condition. Luckily, he believed me and was very understanding. It was quite difficult to admit such things aloud, especially to a person whom I knew little about. But at the end of the day, I am glad that I spoke with him. I believe he will make a valuable ally in my search for answers.
   Our conversation indeed left me with much to think about, though. Lren claims to be a former member of an order that hunts Voidsent and those connected to them. Such is how he recognized the anomalous nature of my aetheric signature. Could it be that whatever spell plagues me is borne of the Void? Such a thought worries me deeply, especially because it seems to explain so much. Lren assured me that I shouldn't worry and that I should not leap to conclusions. Yet I couldn't help but for my mind to be plagued by such thoughts for most of the evening..
   When I finally returned to the Quicksand in hopes to find Eravul and put an end to the digging I had asked him to do on Lren, I instead found another acquaintance - a Seeker by the name of J'suloh. He is not at all shy about his flirtations, but his particularly brand of charm is more endearing than annoying, I've found. Yet tonight, he came to the tavern injured and though much has changed in my life, I still cannot stand to sit idly by when I witness someone in obvious pain.
   We left for the Alchemists' Guild and there, I purchased the ingredients to make a simple concoction for the pain so that I could make sure that no bones were broken. I know not whether it was the fact that I was so distraught over what had transpired earlier in the evening or if it was the nostalgia of taking care of another person coming over me. Perhaps both. Regardless, as we spoke, I allowed him to get closer to me than I should have. Even worse, I agreed to accompany him to Costa del Sol tomorrow.
   I shouldn't have. It was a moment of weakness, and one that need not happen again. Tomorrow, I will have to make my intentions - or lack thereof, I suppose - more clear. Given what I have just learned about myself, it is simply unwise. Foolish. Potentially dangerous, even. I refuse to needlessly drag another innocent person into this mess with me.
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   As it happens, however, I may have been too quick to judge the man. He allowed me to explain myself, of what I knew of my condition. Luckily, he believed me and was very understanding. It was quite difficult to admit such things aloud, especially to a person whom I knew little about. But at the end of the day, I am glad that I spoke with him. I believe he will make a valuable ally in my search for answers.
   Our conversation indeed left me with much to think about, though. Lren claims to be a former member of an order that hunts Voidsent and those connected to them. Such is how he recognized the anomalous nature of my aetheric signature. Could it be that whatever spell plagues me is borne of the Void? Such a thought worries me deeply, especially because it seems to explain so much. Lren assured me that I shouldn't worry and that I should not leap to conclusions. Yet I couldn't help but for my mind to be plagued by such thoughts for most of the evening..
   When I finally returned to the Quicksand in hopes to find Eravul and put an end to the digging I had asked him to do on Lren, I instead found another acquaintance - a Seeker by the name of J'suloh. He is not at all shy about his flirtations, but his particularly brand of charm is more endearing than annoying, I've found. Yet tonight, he came to the tavern injured and though much has changed in my life, I still cannot stand to sit idly by when I witness someone in obvious pain.
   We left for the Alchemists' Guild and there, I purchased the ingredients to make a simple concoction for the pain so that I could make sure that no bones were broken. I know not whether it was the fact that I was so distraught over what had transpired earlier in the evening or if it was the nostalgia of taking care of another person coming over me. Perhaps both. Regardless, as we spoke, I allowed him to get closer to me than I should have. Even worse, I agreed to accompany him to Costa del Sol tomorrow.
   I shouldn't have. It was a moment of weakness, and one that need not happen again. Tomorrow, I will have to make my intentions - or lack thereof, I suppose - more clear. Given what I have just learned about myself, it is simply unwise. Foolish. Potentially dangerous, even. I refuse to needlessly drag another innocent person into this mess with me.
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