(Yasif's Journal. In cypher)
A Mandalan slave (that I met at the most inopportune of moments) once asked me if I was proud of my work. On odd question, really. It is my work, and I am good at it. Pride is a personal issue. Personal issues are not a part of my work.

Take this journal. I keep it as a favor for a friend long dead. It is sentimental of me, certainly. And vain, too, perhaps. Still, I keep it faithfully, as a record of my work, if not of my life. Sentiment and vanity are personal issues, and this journal is the place for them. My work must remain free of such trappings.

It is the last week of Zar. I will arrive in Zanth tomorrow as Zabeel Furamos, peddler of alchemical marvels. Despite weeks of practice, the Zir dialect does not suit my tongue. I have decided to hail from Zandre, the common speech of which agrees with me. I am certain Malachai will be in Zanth when I arrive, though my contact could only confirm sighting Chapel. Good enough. Where there is one, the other cannot be far.

Enough for tonight. I must return to my study of Dalune if I am to maintain my deception.

Game Stuff

Only one PC so far, and that's Yasif (Zabeel) himself. Dalune is an author of Alchemical Primers, a Sindaran. I grabbed him from the Codex.

Yasif's entries will always be very brief. What he's up to will have to remain a mystery for now.

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