My name is Imalion Soulstone.
Maister Colman gave me a stack of parchment and told me to write a diary. Me, write? Father’s got scribes and book-keepers! I mess up words and things. All I know is what Maister Colman has taught me. What am I even supposed to write about? Life in Midpas is as dull as any. It’s just normal, same as everywhere else I’m sure.
I told Maister Colman so, but he said the son of Lord Soulstone needs to be able to write. I don’t care. There’s lots of other things to do, and writing is just putting messes of ink on paper. Scrolls are stupid and useless and confusing, and Father has whole rooms full of them already. The only good ones are stories, and a diary’s just life. The maister can’t make me like writing.
There, I wrote something.