Believe what you will.

I am merely reporting my findings as they come to me, Cordon. Nothing more. I am

learning to control my irrational, emotional reactions to them but it will take some

practice. If anyone is suggestable in all of this, it is me. The gift I have was

given to me by the Gods themselves, but the inability to decipher it is hardly worth it.

It simply means less sleep for me. I would not wish this upon anyone.

Written by my hand on the 25th of Skyelong, in the year 1071.