Character: Clipper Bee
World: Siren
Prize: Bluebird Earring
Diary Entry #194 - 18th Sun, 2nd Moon, 9:38pm.
She makes me dress like her.
That's creepy, right? We even have the same hair!
I mean, what are the odds that she just happened to find me, her Lalafell doppelganger, by random chance? Gods-damned zero percent, that's what. I'll tell you what I think.
I think she was stalking me.
I must sound crazy, but it's the only explaination! She specifically asked for me by name. I don't know what sort of twisted plan she has for me, but I won't be sticking around to find out.
She thinks I'm out on one of her crazy ventures right now. She hands me two pitiful coins and expects me to go out on some eighteen hour treasure hunt to the middle of Northern Thanalan, all to bring back another pointless trinket to add to her pointless bloody collection.
Well not this time.
I've been taking a cut of her market board sales. Just a little bit of gil each time. "Oh, taxes are up today master!" "Oh, bids have been low lately master!"
Adjusting the ledger was easy. That's my job, right? She's too rich to notice. Probably sleeps on vanya silk sheets.
Anyway, I used that gil to buy a ticket for the ferry from Aleport to the Isles of Umbra. She’d never think to look for me there. I’m going to hide out for a while until she thinks I’m dead, then I’ll use the rest of my savings to start a new life. Maybe I’ll be a Weaver.
But for now, I wait.
The creatures out here are weird. Huge insects, spectral wisps, reanimated skeletons. I even saw a bug wearing a black helmet. What’s with that?
I would be more creeped out but it’s surprisingly bright out here thanks to the light from Pharos Sirius. It’s actually kind of pretty. I also met a group of travellers near the shore so I haven’t been short of company. They’re all drunk as sailors. Maybe they’re actually sailors.
Anyway, I should get some sleep. I bet master is already beside herself with worry. Well good! That’ll teach her not to be such a weirdo. I’ll pray to The Twelve for her next retainer, but that’s not my business now.
It’s a bright new day tomorrow. On to new horizons!
The preceding is an extract from a diary found buried in the sand on the Isles of Umbra by a travelling Hyur fisherman. There are no further entries.
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