Much has happened as of late. I stand now at the counter bar in Ossan District tavern. Behind me is some… armored Sylvari, I believe. [Cilvarius]. He seems to be fond of standing near the wall, which is fine by me. There are more pressing matters at hand.
Something is going on with my head. My memories are being tampered with. I learned this the other day while I was digging through my papers on my desk, I found letters to myself, there, journal entries, and other paper scattered about the house.
Here are some:
They are watching again [faded words] not sure [more faded] —————————–tried to run but I may not remember this [more faded]———— Za[faded out] — Faceless found — [faded]
It appears to have been faded by smudges, and I could not recover any more. Though I did find random sheets of paper about. They are the following:
I can’t shake the feeling that I am being watched everywhere I go. I do not feel safe here in Divinity anymore.
Something is happening to me. I am changing, but I cannot place it. Someone is tampering with me. I cannot figure out whom or what or why. I am very scared…
The Sylvari in the back, the armored one [Cilvarius], was staring at me, and it made me terribly uncomfortable. I will write more later, for now, I will enjoy my tea.