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Kurt's Diary

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Kurt's Diary

Book (brown).jpg

Location
Soojung Heights
(New Kaineng City)
Type
Book
Interact
Yes
Destructible
No
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Kurt's Diary is a book written by Novice Bengtsson and found in the Ministry of Archives at Soojung Heights of New Kaineng City.

Location

Cantha

Text

Kurt's Diary

Entry 8—I'm home for Dragon Bash after a year away. The Durmand Priory isn't so far from Hoelbrak, but my first-year studies have kept me occupied. Transcribing dragon research for the magisters isn't exactly legend-worthy stuff, but it's important. Also, I learned that my two submissions to the Poetry of Tyria collection were published. Only took five years and twenty attempts, but still, it's something.

Entry 22—Myrra was assigned a mentor today. I can still[sic] her pointy-toothed grin when she told me that "there was no shame in being a library shelver" and that it "played to my 'strengths' as a norn." She scurried off after I shot her a look, the little pest.

Entry 23—I worked up the courage to ask Magister Stonehealer if he'd take me on as a mentee after he led our class on a group dig at Thunderhead Keep. He looked me over, grunted, and walked off, so it wasn't a hard "no." I don't know what I was expecting. The last thing he wants is some booming giant shadowing him. Myrra was right.

Entry 53—Ogden snuck up on me today, somehow. Said he had a task that I was "uniquely qualified for," which turned out to be fetching a very large and old tome from a particularly high shelf. As I did, he asked me what my academic interests were, and I told him the same thing I tell everyone: "Dragons, ancient civilizations, and Snargle Goldclaw novels." He actually chuckled at that last bit.

Entry 54—My first big field-study assignment! The team reports to the aerodrome in Lion's Arch tomorrow morning, packed and ready; no other details until we're in the air. I should let Begbie know. I love him, but he has the memory of a marmox sometimes; he'll forget I exist in a month's time.

(The diary ends at an unfinished entry.)