It’s… been a while since I wrote in a journal like this. Not since before Dad… I’m not very good at getting thoughts and feelings out onto paper, but I guess I’ll try. Besides, I need actual paper to practice writing in Draconic. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. Medericus keeps giving me shit for not having a weird accent. Though, later when we made camp, Jasttor told me he’s the one with a weird accent. Something about not being raised around other dragonborn making it harder to learn the language right. It’s totally normal for me to have a weird accent, though.
Apparently.
Ilweth’s been crabby, like always, though I guess I can’t really blame her since she’s kind of a prisoner. Which isn’t our fault since she did try to kill us. I’m… also really glad we didn’t end up fighting Jasttor. It’s not like we really knew any better, but… I don’t know, it kind of feels like… it feels wrong? But also like he could absolutely wreck us.
I’d definitely rather be on his good side.