Day of Arrival, Dusk
I see now that there are many different sorts of people living in this city, some similar in appearance to myself, and some that are drastically different. Armed guards roam the streets, sometimes harassing and provoking individuals they do not like, this worries me, as I fear that in the event of being discovered, my unnatural appearance in comparison to these people may strike fear into whoever notices me.
While on my way to, well, I don't know where I'm going, I met a human sitting on the side of the road, begging for any form of currency to help him pay for food. A strange practice to me, do these people not care for their own? I have heard of humans before, they sometimes came to our homes to ask for directions or aid, never staying long. I heard as a child that they were powerful magicians, with extreme knowledge of the arcane, and yet when I view this man on the ground I see none of these traits.
