Dear Diary

It's been a couple of days since I have had a chance to sit down adn rest comfortably to write. And a lot has happened. I have succeeded in recovering a Serrated Bone Dirk from assassins, a magical mask from Nektropos Castle, and I have finished all the runs for my new Journeyman's boots with Griff. I am currently working on satisfing the demands of a rather obnoxious sword I recovered from within Stormhold. I sense my will beginning to overide the sword, however, and soon I shall have a new artifact to hang on my wall.

My Master and Nedrah have recently moved to a larger home in South Freeport. Naexia is being..difficult. I can not wait for her child to be born and for this nonsense to finally end. Pleasure pain and hard work I wrote last time, and again that is true. My Master and I are bonding very closely - sharing our abilities and enhancing one another's strengths. From this union I have developed a finer control over my necromantic and empathic abilities, almost a true telepathy with those I am closes too, a more crude version with those I barely know. However like most good things, there have been some unwanted side effects, one of them being that my emotions are spiriling out of control. The nature of what my Master is, however, allows him to rebalance me and hold me in balance. This came to light after I went off on Xeia in the guild hall in front of everyone. My Master was in my head almost immediately working to calm me, and speaking with me. He is so close to me, I can't imagine what it would be like if he were not.

I...Dominated Kogaiji the other night, with his consent. My Master came to participate, then when the session was over, Kogaiji became jealous and angry and stormed away. My Master became the comforter that night, holding me and whispering that it would all be ok. I trust him. I need him. I love Kogaiji. And he spat on me, treated me as trash and moved on. Nothing more than a common whore..at least in his eyes.