There's a rather disturbing carnival in progress in Port Harbor. I can hear the calliope clearly through the wagon. Less sleep than usual, dreams recalling the garish booths of Crimson Falls in its dying throes. I'm keeping a vial of holy water under my pillow just in case.
I reviewed schematics with Lunar-san for Mason Labs. While one was more to his tastes for the region he saw the usefulness of the other. Also, the windmill grants me a power source for my experiments that is pollution-free, and hopefully the results will be as well.
My neighbor Miss Nightfire presented me a letter with the official seal of Belhaven. My eyes widened at the plea requested therein. Things should get much more interesting soon...
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