*all this lettering is bold, as if written very roughly onto the page*------Why? Everything amongst our group is running smoothly, I've even killed the Elf Tarvorond! Yet my mind remains clouded with personal thoughts about one of my closest friends, and I keep finding myself wishing for more. I'm short on words. I don't know why I'm writing. I grow jealous of the women I see him around. As my thoughts cake onto the gears turning in my head, it makes approaching, or speaking to him difficult. I wish I could.
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Ceou's Diary.
