So far, I’ve met several pretty girls in Silverguard. It’s going to be hard to flirt up all of them, especially since the Guard likes to hang out in packs. Oh well, I’m sure that one of them won’t suspect something and finally start hitting on me back. Not literally…I hope they don’t end up like Ysabelle. I hate her so much. I give her a chance at me, and she denies it instantly! How rude! And then she starts bossing me around like she owns me and even starting to slap me! I’m used to slaps, but when I actually tried to be nice to her and got slapped, I knew there was something wrong with that elf. As for Fandaleen, I do hope she stops hanging out with her and actually starts working out. I know there’s a pretty girl somewhere behind all that fat. I just know…because I know things!

My fool of an apprentice made even more of a fool of himself. He didn’t study efficiently, and got a two out of five on a reading quiz. One of those points was a pity point. I swear, if he’s ever going to be a great warlock, he needs to learn responsibility!

Kaste got sick. I offered to kill him. Most painfully, of course, for nearly embarassing me during my…*scowl* branding ceremony. (Seriously, that hurt! Why can’t there ever be a PAINLESS initiation?!) But noooo, Ysabelle had to step in and forbid it. Oh well, I’ll get my chance one day. One day Kaste, one day…

 I’ve heard rumors about a “brother” of mine. I mean, sure I left home long enough to actually have a little brother, but I doubt he exists. I don’t really care though; I want nothing to do with my parents. The rest of the family’s fine, but my parents…uuuuugh, they really know how to get under my skin with their weak talk about how “great” light magic is. Pah, the shadow is much stronger. I intend to show them that.