I think it's time I tell you a good old story from centuries ago.
It really was quite like any other day. I moved through the shadows, and watched the people of this world live their lives. Occasionally some curious folks may notice me and when they would approach me, I would grant them a wish. Honestly, I did this to get them to leave me alone. But this day... was quite interesting.
Sometime between Ferbruaris and Aprilis, or as you common folk call it these days, February and April, this group of men asked me to grant their most desired wish. They wanted enough knives for each of them to hold. I believe there were around 60-70 of them.
When I had asked them for their reasons, one had told me... if I can remember their exact words...
"Virum stultum vulnerare cupimus!"
Unfortunately, it has been many moons since I have touched on this tongue. So forgive me, as I can no longer know what meaning this holds.
Now, when I had granted them their daggers, they cheered and marched onward through the city. And in broad daylight, they surrounded a poor fool and killed him. I truly wish that in this time period, I had what you people now produce, popcorn. It was an interesting spectacle to say the least.
On that same day, I laid my head on some forest ground, and took my fourth nap. only to find myself awake many weeks ago. ☕
- No One.
Log three. A story like no other.
