[ having not quite figured out this magic stuff yet (he's a bard, not a mage), when he first starts writing in the provided journal, he doesn't expect it to be broadcast for others to read. oops. so experience the following, with some words struck out as he tries to figure out the best to use. ]

The fairer sex, they often call it
But her love’s as unfair as a crook
It steals all my thoughts reason
And all I have bought Commits every treason
Of logic thought logic, with naught but a look

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Shit, I forgot- Well, I guess you've all gotten a sneak peak at my latest masterpiece.

[ a beat as he clears his throat. ]

I don't suppose I can convince you fine people to forget what you've seen. Unless you like it, in which case, please do applaud me for my exceptional talent with words. It'll sound even better once I get all the chords for it written. If I can manage with this- This thing in my hand.

[ another pause. ]

Oh, I also assume I should introduce myself. Julian Alfred Pankratz, poet and bard of great renown. Though I have heard that being a bard means something quite different here, so you'll forgive me if I refuse to kill anyone any time soon.

[ there's the sound of a few lute strings being plucked before he continues. ]

I would like to learn more about this land, if someone can direct me to a university. I'm afraid I don't have my professor's credentials with me, but if someone can contact Oxenfurt University, they'll speak well of me.