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February 400CC
Dear Zora and Andrin,
Greetings from…wherever it is I am. It’s becoming increasing clear to me that even though I’m from this time, I don’t actually know a whole lot about it. I don’t think this place even has a name yet. It certainly doesn’t have a government. It’s just a whole load of wanderers trying to settle. I’ve considered settling with them, it would probably be best for me in the long run, but there’s still too much that I need to learn. I need to go back across the continents to do that. Just a few weeks here, just to help out, and then I’m restarting my journey across the ocean.
It’s hard to know what to put here. As much as the Temple of Corellon is interested (or I guess, was interested) in preserving our culture’s history, they never taught us how to record our own. So, I guess this a mix between a diary and a series of letters. I have no idea if you’ll ever find this, but I like to think it will make its way to you somehow. If you’re not Zora or Andrin, I’m not sure way you’re reading a stranger’s diary, but I hope I can live through an interesting story for you.
Yours Sincerely,
Caleb