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July 9, 1697
The Collector is… not what I expected. Granted, I’m not quite sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t a shapeshifting shadow child. He won’t tell me his name, or even if he has one, which I’m beginning to doubt seeing as he doesn’t even know what a mother is. That brings up many questions, but I shall save them for another time, as I must stay focused on my mission.
Speaking of my mission, the Collector seems to hold a strong grudge against witches, and was excited upon hearing of my plans. I didn’t tell him everything, of course, just enough to keep him interested. However, I have a feeling he’s not telling the whole truth either…
August 17, 1697
The Collector says he knows how to harvest the Stonesleeper lungs without damaging them, but he needs me to slay it. He refuses to tell me how to harvest them myself, saying that would ruin the fun. He just doesn’t understand that I’m not in this for fun. He acts like all he wants is fun and chaos, but I have a theory that he has much darker intentions than that.
Aside from that, I will need to find someone that will slay the Stonesleeper for a cheap price, as I have few snails and no good way to make more. I will also have to improve my pickpocketing skills, people are catching on and I fear I will have to leave this town soon.
November 22, 1697
Earlier today I left the Collector alone for less than five minutes, and I came back to find him dissecting a rat and talking to himself. He is quite the odd creature, and I want not to think of what he does in his free time. I’m not sure how he dissected the rat in the first place, being a flat shadow bound to surfaces.
He said he did not kill the rat, only found it and was curious as to what it’s anatomy looked like. I struggle to believe he didn’t already know what the inside of a rat looks like, if he is as old as he claims he is, but he insisted.
December 29, 1697
The Collector does not like being called a child. He claims that he is as old as the Titan, and was one of the first people born here. However, his lack of understanding of how almost everything works, and his general personality and demeanor says otherwise. I do believe that he is not a child in the normal sense, and is quite possibly older than I am, but if he acts like a child then I will treat him like a child.
February 11, 1698
I have come to the conclusion that the Collector’s biggest weakness is his curiosity. He has to investigate everything, touch everything, and often times live up to his name and collect it. I don’t know where he takes it, he is extremely secretive of where he lives and even more so where his collection is.
A couple weeks ago I managed to get him to poke a fire bee nest, and it ended about as expected. He hasn’t visited me since, but I do not regret it. It’s rare moments like this that make me wonder if this place is as evil as I thought… and then I remember that I convinced a literal demon (?) to get himself attacked by flaming bees.