Oh, boy! Boy oh boy! Oh boy boy oh...

 Hasn't it been a hot minute since I've scribbled in this diary of mine. 3, or 4 weeks now, maybe...

HERE WE GO!

 Captains Log, Number: Who-The-Fuck-Knows!

 A shipment of Eskarian wine has reached my doorstep from across the sea. Strangely, only 2 bottles remain. Weird, wouldn't You say- WROOOONG!

 I'm just drinking 'em all. 'Specially now. This Divine Nectar is mine 'n mine alone!

 Whatever! You probly wanna know 'f what has happn'd 'n these past 3 weeks. Well, let Yours truly enlighten You on them happ'nin's. Lemme jus' flip a couple o' p'ges back...

 Right, right. This 's it!

 I GOT MAH' TOWER, FINANLY! A power Tower, if You will! Or the topside at least. I can move my shit- belongings there. Le's be respectful now, You silly student of mine!

 They are busting open the floor tomorrow. Like a... Like an... An Eggg... ye! Makes sense.

So who know what goodies'll be down dem there. I want a cliff castle thou'. Would be cool. Honest!

 What I'm saying at is 'tis a celebration tonight! Let the wine flow... Into mah mouth. From a glass.

 Indeed! Splendor beyond... Something Epic!

 Oh yeh! I also got me a servApprentice. That female troll, who was stalkin' Sabinian, The Saint, and the Great and Handsome, goes by the name of Hilda. Average name, for an ugly- and I do mean monstrous- face. Children and their mothers weep at the sight.

 Supposedly, she wus one 'f the patients I saved from the ''Pus Rot'' plague. Her unfortunate disfgur... Disgurfent... disaphi- She ugly 'cause the tumors fucked up 'er face.

 She says that, but she's also short 'n fat, 'n round, like a... like a... An EGG! Yes! Funny...

 Of course, I'd never say such a thing to a maiden's ''face'', as I'm too mush of a gentl'man. I only try to not look at 'er too much. Problem iz, that she's a clev'r on'. Sharp evn'. A talented scholar by all means, except Astral... ASStral. Ha!

 Stop Laughing! This 's a serious matter!

 The World Scar did not bless her i's power, yet as the Mast'r of one, I've taken pity 'nd decided to grant her wish 'n teach her alchemy, medisin and 'uch 'nowledge. And ic not 'cause she told me, that she'd tell the guards 'bout my kidn'pings and exeperements on them town's folk. I thought the brothel's basement was a good idea. Of course, it was! She jus' found it because she's MAH apprentice! 'Tis only Natural!

 And before yu' ask, I refuse t' give 'er the pleasure of my manhood and pick 'er flower, okay! No matter how mush she wan's it, and I know she dos! She's infatuated wit me. E'ryon' is! 'Tis only natural How'er, I've standards that she don't pass. 21 days she's been 'ere, 'nd that's all she craves.

 Books 'n shit's only a pretense. I've seen the hungry gaze she sents ma way. Those hideous scars hide nofin'. But I'm Sabinian, The Fucking Saint! The smartest outsmarter alive 'n dead 'n yet to be born! She will not get a leg up on Your's truly. No one will! Ever!

 I've seen how Arvel oogles her plumb behind. I can't even begin to fathom which part of her raises his mast, but I suppose the buffoon'd rub 2 planks together for pleasure.

 I didn't need thet im'ge in mah hed... But I suppose she has a chance. That is if she can avert her gaze from my brill'ant form 'n presence.

 Hah! The poor girl has no chance.

 Overall, she's been a great help, besides a prodigious study. Not only does she clean th' hous 'n keep Arvel mot'vated and off mah back, she 'lso keeps Servos company, an' off my leg. Truly a sweetheart! Not t' mention her servitude etiqueuttte. She's filling my glass at the current moment wif' some exceptionally practiced grace. What a treasure! Ev'n if she nags me with 'er opinions from time to time.

 Oh, don't test pot'ns on people THIS! Don't drink so mush booze THAT!  Makes one wanna jus' feed 'er to some demon or somethin'...

 She 'lso helped me hide the corpses and has kept 'er mouth shut. Thankfully, My wisened me did not turn her into one, as her presence n' help is a wundrful addition. What exceptional forsight! 'Ts like havin' 'nother pet! A stubby, fat 'n powerless one.

 Speekin' of pets, with the cat not bitin'n mah left shin no more, tonight I'm openin' that fucking book. Th' Grimoaire 'as been hiding from meh, however tonight I'm cracking it open! Like an... Like an EGG! HILARIOUS! Poetic even...

 Man, I am so intellugn't ond talanted...

 No more secrets. No more interruptions. No more hiding. After this glass, and maybe the next one... or two... bottles, I'm most definitly reading that Magical codex! It's mine!

 FOR I AM THE GREAT A'D LEGENDARY SABINIAN! THE SAINT OF LOCKRIFTA! Also the God of SEX!

 Lemme take a quick shut-eye real quick...And the-

P.S. I do not do this often and do not plan to do it ever again, however, I sincerely apologize for what You had to read just now. Simply, yesterday had been a sincerely festive celebration of the official completion of my tower, and I had received a magnificent box of Eskarian wine a week prior. 12 bottles worth at that. And if You've tasted the peak of Eskarian distilleries, my indulgence should be perfectly reasonable.

 It was a good test, however. Seems as though, if my link with the Astral Body is severed, even temporarily, the Wolrd Scar does not keep a forceful connection, until I establish the link myself. Good to know...

 Perhaps I should refrain from beverages of the intoxicating kind for the time being...