Human lands are very strange. Nothing like home. Much chaos, strife, suffering. But also a land filled with ambition, from the commoners to the nobles. Most intriguing. I feel there is much to be learned here. I'm now beginning to understand why grandmother bid me come to these lands.

I have nearly died thrice. Once, to a Slaad of immense power from a place called Limbo. I was saved by Miss Lyra's healing magic.

Then again, to a group of spirit warriors in the keep in wonbrie. I know not how I came back to exist in Hadrian, but I can only chalk it up to the will of the Seldarine. I wonder why they bid me be saved... Perhaps my work in this plane is not yet done.

The third was to a vanguard of orcs attacking Southbank. I advanced too far and became trapped in a mod of foes and allies alike... I was no match. A man named Bentley pulled my soul back into my body when the fighting was in a lull... I owe him a great debt.

I have also fulfilled many duties that the council has given me. I hope that my work was adequate enough. I fear that I am still far weaker than those that surround me... I must work even harder if I wish to be the elf that my people need in these troubling times.