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Nearly a week now within the ranks of the school. I'm glad to be out of there for awhile. I've learned a lot already, though some of it is incredibly useless. What do I care what the living races need in the way of treatments, anyway? There's only one true treatment for their condition. I suppose in learning how to treat them, I might learn better ways to end their lives, as well. That's something, at least.

As I write this, I'm sitting within the inn of a small town known as Crossroads. The living come and go from here frequently for such a small town, most on their way to or from other places. I'm doing the best I can to ignore them. Makes me a little twitchy though. But, the reason I'm here in the first place. I need to stop letting myself get distracted.

Tonight was what they call Clinic, in which they come to this small town and minister to the wounded and ill. I came as a part of my course of studies, and to observe further what goes on when the races all mix so unnaturally. And there was much to observe, though most came from those from the school. Few wounded came, and of those, some seemed beyond help...erratic and probably mentally disturbed. But, I suppose the suffering the living have to endure would produce madness eventually.

There was a bit of excitement when one of the school's protectors, a forsaken thankfully, battled in a pair of duels with a forsaken warrior. I was allowed to bandage the wounds of the warrior, and to offer refreshment to the school's protector, Sir Arrens. It was Sir Arrens that first led me to the party a week ago, and then to the school which has offered me so much opportunity, so I was happy to serve him even if in only such a small way.

The only thing that really marred the experience was that no one died the whole evening. well, that and that so many of the living felt the need to show themselves. But, as this school is run by one of the living, I suppose I shall have to beware showing too openly my disgust at having to mix with them. I'm not ready yet to lose out on the opportunities I have right now.

I need rest now, though. It's very draining, watching the living suffer by their very nature of being still alive.

More later.


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