High Harvest Festival
Dear Journal
Since coming to Dunshale, I have grown up in many ways, but much remains the same. It has not been entirely six months since I came here and yet I still do not know much about the town. I have been so preoccupied with my studies that I forget some days that my purpose is to gather and share this information with the people. Even my sale of scrolls has been stunted since coming here. Indeed it seems that I have more issue maintaining my faith in the quality of people I see around me. humans in particular stand out to me. Most of them stand much taller than the dwarves and gnomes who preside over them. I laugh at just how far a dwarf must bend backwards to look down upon the humans. The High Harvest Festival has been excellent, but I must learn to control my sweet tooth. I am staying tonight at the Inn. Today I also took an interest in the horse races. I have made new friends I think in Willem and Sunset. That horse has such a passion as I have rarely seen or understood before in any creature. WIllem's education is perhaps limited as of yet, but that is not surprising and I do not hold it against him. I must remember to have a look at the hillside as Willem suggested to me. If nothing else, it should give me a new perspective on town to see it from that angle. I grow tired now and I should rest. In the morrow, I shall begin my research in earnest into the question presented before about the mysterious murder of five years ago. I am not certain, but I think I have been placed in the same room as the event, or very near to it. Until Next
-MT