Dear diary,
I'm so glad I keep you in a small pocket of the void I cut into my shorts where no one will ever see you, cuz I really screwed up this time.
Yes, I get away with a lot but when I started helping out around Thanalan after leaving the Ossuary I had no idea I'd end up caught up in some secret society and have them treating me like I'm some hero. Now I have a whole bunch of people depending on me, I'm pretty sure the leaders of all three city states know my name at this point and it's been, like, a week since I first met that Thancred guy who got me sucked into all of this.
It's been a bit very busy, so forgive me for not writing. Since I got inducted into the Scions of the Seventh Dawn I've killed two primals, brokered peace between Gridania and the sylphs or something, somehow became enlisted in the Maelstrom and learned I'm blessed by the crystal that serves as the heart of our plant, I think? It's all been a lot to process.
Now they have me figuring out how to win the trust of Ala Mhigan refugees, and I can't for the life of me remember why. I'm supposed to go talk to Minfilia about it but it's been like two days so I hope she doesn't have any really particular questions. All I remember is that one guy yelled at me and told me to leave, and the lalafell who told me to talk to his daughter clearly has a bad relationship with her because she did NOT take that well.
Sigh ... I had better go talk to the boss before I get another linkpearl call. If I hear "pray, return to the Waking Sands" in my ear one more time I'm going to throw this thing in the ocean.
-MZ
