Dear journal, or whatever,
"Mistress" Vel seems to think asking me to write her a journal entry was a good idea. Seriously, she thinks I'm dictating her every word. She's saying something about a future binding circle, the nerve. Like I'd actually help her put something else in this position. On second thought, that could mean she's finally going to free me! Shit, I should have been paying attention. Now she's on to some other topic about root vegetables. How are those even remotely connected? Did I possess a potato to come to this realm? Whatever. I don't even know why I'm doing this, she can't even see if I'm actually writing something. I could just write complete gibberish and she wouldn't ever know. I guess that's not any more different than what I'm doing now. Oh, good she's finished.
With Much Love,
Zragoth, Voidtreader
