[Yavamaya]

*The page starts with an assortment of random notes, like a to-do list*
Bees and rats and spiders.
At least the boys are making a name.
The Widow, find her.
Pargaunt seems stand-up - Dukarras?

*The page ends with the day's thoughts on thoughts*
Rarely does the rot come with a great clangor, but that is why we are here. As the slime overgrowing a stump, we need a base of support. A source of sustenance. I must scour the underbelly of this Human beast for the most disease-ridden lice and work my way from there.

[Yavamaya]

*The page starts with an assortment of random notes, like a to-do list*
Attempted contact. Now we wait.
Get quieter.
Procure stronger extracts.

*Then follows the days' thoughts on thoughts*
I can't believe that the Fatman is sneakier than I am. I must be slacking. I need to make contact and get some proper tutelage. Sneaking up on dinner is one thing, but sneaking up on a man is an entirely different beast. I'm sorry, love. I'm trying, but these humans are quicker, quieter, and deadlier than I can hope to be. Who knows? Moander willing, maybe I'll succeed. If not, then at least I'll see you again, yeah?

[Yavamaya]

*The page starts with an assortment of random notes, like a to-do list*
Runaways
Maps
Quiet actions, LOUD reputation. They get it.
Get in.

*Then follows the days thoughts on thoughts*
Three different routes to follow to the information. Only two of them promise any coin, but the third promises opportunity. You'd be proud, love. I'm not the best at these social games, but I'll be damned if I don't give them my best, for you.