Finally, I’m back where I belong. The Mansanian archaeological dig had its moments, but all that dust, and rain was havoc with the equipment. Maybe if the council had approved my expedition, I wouldn’t have needed to rough it in such conditions. I didn’t even see any tuskers, let alone dragons. I can’t wait to get home tomorrow. This road is long.
oh yes… I almost forgot. Day, um… 45? I think that’s how long I was away from my heart. One more day before I see that perfect nose, and I cannot wait to show Celeste the object of my absence. She gave me you with the hope that I’d better be able to document my days away from her, since I don’t express myself well. So here you are, demon of the leather binding, bound to me by the angel of my life; how fitting to be saddled with such a burden by the only thing tying me to this existence. If not for her, I’d find a way to be off into lands unknown, doing who knows what with my experiments. Why, I even tested a potion on a beetle on the expedition when no one was around. It ignited into the most brilliant golden flame before darting out of my tent and scuttling into the forest, leaving a tiny trail of molten matter in its wake. I do wonder what happened to it.
Oh dear, I’ve gone off topic again. The expedition ended 3 weeks early with some duke appearing with a notice of termination of our digging rights on the site. In the notice, we were ordered to pack up and leave in 2 days, and leave all artifacts behind. But what they don’t know can’t hurt me… right?
I couldn’t leave the crystal behind. It’s the key my theory of how the dragons come and go without rhyme or warning. It may also be the means our people need to escape the tuskers when they come again.
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