Presumably, writing a chronicle or journal about my experience in this brave new world would be a good idea. That way, when I finally return home, I will have an impeccably-written excuse to Fran about why I suddenly made myself incontactable. This is likely a sensible idea. It has sunk in, at last, that perhaps I am going to be here for a while.

I am combatting this thought the only way I know how - if I am going to be stuck in a place for a time, then it is only best to do some research. When I arrived, the fact that the city I arrived in looked extremely like Rabanastre, and was called Rabanastre, but at the same time was different in several places was unnerving enough - but even through the people I've met (the charming tea seller who was far more than she seemed, the determined police warrior who didn't seem to give up very easily) I still found myself without appropriate knowledge while I was in Rabanastre.

Thus, I stole this airship - which I still have not named, and am having trouble naming - and travelled to a place called 'Limberry', to a library named Daguerreo. There seems to be nobody here, but I have secluded myself in the library and read several histories of the land I am in, Centinon, and its neighbouring empire Dartian.

Through it all, there is one name that seems to be cropping up - the name Ansem. This intrigues me enough that I will return to Rabanastre in order to investigate myself - particularly as it seems like any documents or articles stolen from him that are of scientific value would be worth a sure fortune with any resistance groups I can find...

My path is set, and my journey continues. All I have to do now is work out where Ansem's Centinon laboratory is in Rabanastre. At least Draklor is a bloody great building...

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